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 [...]
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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 [...]
COVER FEATURE: “How graphic designer Bri Bruce brings beauty to books” (Books & Buzz Magazine, June 2020)
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/
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Each eveningthe shifting of wings—starlings to roost. c. B. L. Bruce https://www.instagram.com/p/CB3Ky4Ij80_/
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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 [...]
