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
Near Window is a zine exhibiting a view from behind the nearest window out onto the world beyond; or, a view inwards from the outside. I'm excited to have two of my photographs, "Blurred Row of Trees" and "White Duck" published in their latest issue.
Humana Obscura is now accepting submissions of poetry, prose/short fiction, and art for its Spring/Summer 2021 issue! Submissions will remain open until end of February 2021. WHAT WE’RE LOOKING FOR While we are open to style, we’re looking for work that is nuanced, raw, and imagistic with strong elements of the natural world or the [...]
On the release of the inaugural issue of Humana Obscura, a new bi-annual independent literary magazine, founding editor-in-chief Bri Bruce shares the origin and mission of the publication, and what she hopes it will achieve in future issues. Humana Obscura was born to capture, curate, and share the experience of others and their relationship to [...]
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/
The nature/adventure documentary I helped create and produce, The Devil's Road, will be streaming for a limited time at the virtual Big Bear Film Festival from June 12 - July 12 as an Official Selection. Passes are now on sale. If you enjoy the film and would like to support it, please consider voting for it [...]
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