Lauren Ireland: Two Poem Rituals

Ritual for Becoming Unborn Become a secret that turns itself inside out become the remotest part of yourself become … More

“Samples from a Wichita Mountains Ontology,” a hybrid haunting by Seth Copeland

One summer a man fell while rappelling in the Narrows//We could hear him moan up on a cliff/his … More

1. The Solid and the Vapor I was sitting on the sofa in my yoga clothes when the phone … More

In her invalid’s bunk on the steamer Virginia, the Nurse cannot stop throwing up. When the boat is in … More

volta OR these snapdragon flower seed pods look like little skulls because it’s all imagination & horror baby can … More

In Muir Woods there are redwood trees that are completely white, lacking all chlorophyll. They’re called ghost trees, and … More

On Sundays, we butchered. It made us so happy, S— and me. We did not mind the blood or … More

Angelica finds herself in the nexus of several intersecting red corridors. Everything is red: the walls, the stucco ceiling, … More

Anecdote of the Jar I placed a jar in Tennessee, And round it was, upon a hill. It … More

Wendigo III Rasp of rawhide, knock of bone on hollow bone, clatter of loose broad teeth set in cervine … More

There is a universe where all the carwashes are haunted. Where there are creaks and groans and disembodied hands … More

The very last thing: the roof rose up seamlessly from the house, sat perfectly still a hundred feet above … More