“The Man Who Smells of Lemons”: A Poem from the Future by Jude Marr

The man who smells of lemons dresses in brown and red. He stands, still as a bleeding tree, in a … More

Three Verses from the Vortex(t): Poetry from the Future by Jake Syersak

Identity Vortex [ “Can Rivers Be People Too? : Inside the Radical Movement to Gain Rights for Ecosystems—and Save the … More

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

The Disappeared The airliner is not at the bottom of the ocean. Nor is it blown to bits over … More

If Forced to Join Maleatra Montanez know that he will say your legs burst wide like syrup poured his throat … More

an essay about funerals I want to set a car on fire, set guns on fire, set love on … More

someday things will be the worst they’ve ever been nothing will be all right essentially everything will suck the most … More

1. Ongoing whispers in your head. 2. Your howls. 3. All memorials for something. 4. You do not succeed in … More

Mother’s Dance #1 Mother does not Want to dance alone Come child She’s trying to bring You into the music … More

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

Personification: Extinction Chronicles Can we make more happen than burning to the ground and tears? Become a disappearing collection in … More

Vertical farming is coming The rain will grow your hair back Friends will be a dime-a-dozen Real ones will still … More