New Poem “Mockingbird” by Poet B. L. Bruce Published in Visitant

New Poem “Mockingbird” by Poet B. L. Bruce Published in Visitant

MOCKINGBIRD As it often doesmoving by memory,your body finds mine, fitspuzzled into angles and curvesin those hushed hours—were it not for the mockingbirdscreaming into the moonlit,slate-grey sky. I envy you,your unbothered sleep.No torment. No great,stirring voicein your mindscreaming,screaming. c. B. L. BruceFirst published by VisitantFollow Bruce on Instagram @thepoesis and Twitter @the_poesis

POETRY REVIEWERS WANTED for Forthcoming and Third Collection, “Measures,” by Award-Winning Poet B. L. Bruce

In Measures, B. L. Bruce’s third collection of poetry, the author deftly explores grief, loss, the visual measures of time, and the nature of change in her celebrated, nuanced verse. In this latest collection featuring nearly sixty new poems—including works in new formats like micropoetry and American haiku—award-winning poet B. L. Bruce again echoes the [...]

Poems “The Leaving” and “Fragility,” First Published in The 2River View (Winter 2014)

Poems “The Leaving” and “Fragility,” First Published in The 2River View (Winter 2014)

Throwback to my two poems, "The Leaving" and "Fragility," which appear in my award-winning collection The Weight of Snow, first published in The 2River View. THE LEAVING By the heavy glass doors,you kneel to gather scattered clothes,your naked silhouette a shadowagainst the violet dawn.I know this shape your body makesagainst the sky. A leaf falls [...]

Poem “North” in Visitant

Poem “North” in Visitant

NORTH For a moment in the calm,between gusts of wind:the faint push of air beneath wing.The northern harrier drifts abovea flowering field of yellow mustard. Bobbing among the eddies,the murre learn centuriesof the waterwork and currents,driven unthinking by whatwe cannot know. Farther still, the north horizonis choked with fog;the clover lies trampled by salt windalong [...]

Excerpt from Award-Winning Poetry Collection, ‘The Weight of Snow’

More autumn months graced by frost,the flowering quince dies. I set outto walk the edge of the woods,think of all the pleasures in being alone. c. B. L. BruceFirst published by the Soundings Review PURCHASE COLLECTION Follow B. L. Bruce Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/thepoesis/Twitter: https://twitter.com/the_poesis

CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS!

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 [...]

“Eclipse” – Excerpt from “The Starling’s Song”

“Eclipse” – Excerpt from “The Starling’s Song”

ECLIPSE You awakened me long after midnight to watch the moon. Our heads rolled back, feeling so insignificant beneath the canvas of stars, infinite cosmos. We name the patterns together. The world seemed to still as the moon came into and then back out of shadow. The amber orb fell away from me. I crawled [...]