Poetry – BIG OTHER

Kissing Rimbaud

By D. A. Powell —for Matthew There is no real cure for love, but there is a dry rub. Honey,…

By Ewa Chrusciel Long-wattled umbrella bird — Grandiosity Your wattle darkened the whole room. How grand it was;…

V E R G E: she sets type by hand and loves how the spaces between letters and between…

My teacher said nothing is never not entangled in emptiness. Even the perpetual “bullet-like” trajectories of the sacred. Or…

We are pleased to nominate the following fiction, poetry, and nonfiction pieces for inclusion in Sundress Publications‘s Best of…

The Interrupted Blanket the effort to remain ambiguous while your heart is beating —broken heart as shadowplay I stand…

What to Eat The way to be a powerful forty-year-old woman is not to eat. The way to be…

Moods at Noon I was rude to the king of soap. My childhood is no excuse or even the…

Garden In the first weeks we already knew this was history, that you’d speak of our nakedness, the flat…

Gravitas, an oval shape. We partially shot our windows, our idiot boxes so we don’t see your faces. The…