
Aftermath
O hands that wound, / no one sung this song to you, / no one rimmed your neck with shame.
O hands that wound, / no one sung this song to you, / no one rimmed your neck with shame.
will you stain the sky in black smoke / will you tell ghost stories / over the ashes of this empire /
By Diane Kerr
“One part of the fear of being dead is the fear of not being really dead.”
We are honored to share with everyone the winners, finalists, and longlist of the 2021 Previously Published Prize, our multimedia contest!
By Kevin Park, Channbunmorl Sou, & Mylo Lam
“8. Smash tamarind to a fine pulp (feel free to use same blunt object used to kill snake). / As your boyfriend sits there, realize you’ll probably have his children.”
By Jessica Joy Hiemstra and Paul David Esposti
“I want to land like a cormorant / when I die, be remembered / like a long black neck”
“The fountain and, / Cauldron of a life before, / and how important are the reminder, of what is broken, / you silly, silken, thing.”
We are honored to share with everyone the winners, finalists, and longlist of the 2020 Brush & Lyre …