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 [...]
The Remnant Archive AUTUMN 2020 ISSUE The Remnant Archive is an online journal comprising features on literature, art and history. READ THE ISSUE > When I Die When I die, burn my body. I hope to leave with you— among other things—a sort of fury, enough for you to imagine me beating the ground with [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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/
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/
High desert of Miraflores—grey thrasher,red bougainvillea. c. B. L. Bruce Twitter: @the_poesisInstagram: @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 [...]
