Three Poems by Ghérasim Luca, trans. from French by Austin Carder
love torrent emptiness chair / the empty chair / the torrential and empty chair suspended in meta-emptiness / the meta-chair is suspended by the torrential rope of meta-emptiness... Read More
Six Poems from Enter Ghost by Genya Turovskaya
I can’t will you out of / the latticed net of the willow’s umbrage / I will leave you there / beating the drum / of a furious grief... Read More
Excerpt from No Material by Losarc Raal
Times will change the cobalt heaven tongues. I walk people into water past the hippo lights. Black model railroad track. Doctor of the upper wake plea. My heart is hollow; my skin waives tears... Read More
I Am From the Last Country I Am From by Jack Jung
A double negative / Is an erasure back to square one / On the cadence hitherto ripped from sources / Once well-known... Read More
Vestiges_06: Aporia Cover & Contributors Preview
Vestiges_06: Aporia will feature work from Ghérasim Luca, Will Alexander, Wayne Koestenbaum, Mary Ann Caws, Genya Turovskaya, Billie Chernicoff, Ted Rees, Jack Jung, Xeno Muir Pam Dick, Losarc Raal +more... Read More
Vestiges_06: Aporia deadline extended to May 15, 2022
Submissions for Vestiges_06: Aporia will remain open until May 15... Read More
Open Call for Submissions: Vestiges_06: Aporia
Black Sun Lit is now accepting submissions for the sixth volume of Vestiges: Aporia. Literature as an object of communicable comfort has long expired. Yet every instrument that serves as an appendage to voice and vision acts nonetheless as a reaching... Read More
Editor’s Note: Vestiges_05: Lacunae
I return from a long absence, I return abundantly to the betrayal of words. The treason of my flights resumes as I announce myself a runaway, delighting in the gap of transit, the blush of ended encounters... Read More
Moon Valley by Gaby Williams
The world was right where I wanted / But I chose not to live there / I am going beyond beauty / Here’s the address: / The sun is setting / It’s seven o’clock / and summer is coming soon... Read More
Three Poems by Elizabeth Robinson
The hereafter is not without / pain because / its mute claim is upon us. / Smell of pelt, yearning in / a creature, / no heart but a pulpy bell / that refuses to move as we / diverge from its / yearning unrung... Read More