It’s officially here! The Fall/Winter 2020 Issue of #humanaobscura, the inaugural issue, is now available! We are incredibly impressed by the quality of work in this beautiful first issue, and sincerely welcome all of our contributors to this creative community we’ve built—and hope to continue to expand. Without your work, this would not be possible. The issue [...]
CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS!
Humana Obscura is now accepting submissions of poetry, prose, and art for its inaugural Fall/Winter issue! While we are open to style, we’re looking for work that is nuanced, honest, raw, and imagistic with strong elements of the natural world or the human-nature relationship. We are an independent, bi-annual online literary magazine that seeks to [...]
NEW LIT MAG: humana obscura
It's been a lifelong dream of mine to start a lit mag--and, well, the time has finally come. Call it creativity in the time of coronavirus? Humana Obscura is a brand new, independent, bi-annual online literary magazine that seeks to publish new and emerging writers and artists. Check it out, give our Twitter or Instagram [...]
Poetry Excerpt from “Crossing the Meadow”
I listen to a lark chirrup in the reedsbeside a bay laurel,flitting--hurried and winded--above the meadow,trampled and slick with dewwhere the mule deer have bedded downin the night. Excerpt from The Weight of Snow c. B. L. Bruce BUY THE BOOK https://www.instagram.com/p/CCBgYwmDTxR/
Poetry Excerpt from “Desert Moon”
I wake to sounds of the whales surfacingin the calm bay, stirredfrom dreams of the Dorado,the dimming of the impossible colors:indigo, mustard, viridian, crimson. c. B. L. BruceExcerpt from "Desert Moon," The Weight of Snowhttps://amzn.to/2ZR5rbd https://www.instagram.com/p/CB53-2CDKCY/
Each eveningthe shifting of wings—starlings to roost. c. B. L. Bruce https://www.instagram.com/p/CB3Ky4Ij80_/
Follow Me on Instagram (@thepoesis)
As I embark on my journey to revive more of my own personal work, I've taken to posting poems, prose, and more on a brand new, focused Instagram account. The lines between profession and personal began to blur, so I'm setting aside a special space to get real and vulnerable and share the work that [...]
I was struck by the magnitude of the silence.
I was struck by the magnitude of the silence. The air seemed charged with stillness. Even now, after nightfall, a deafening silence has descended. The woods turned black as pitch. I once feared the dark, and perhaps that fear hasn't quite left me. Excerpt from 28 Days of Solitude
A Letter to My Followers
To my followers; I am returning to writing (likely the reason why you first followed me), after a brief hiatus to further my career in the renewable energy industry and to produce a documentary film that has been chosen as an Official Selection in several international film festivals this year (something I am very proud [...]