Rust + Moth

08/07/2025

New from Emma Easy : "Feather".

28/02/2025

New from Lisa Marie Oliver: "You’ll Never Be the Same".

See how the hundred-year old fir uprooted by last night’s storm fell against another tree– her left side skinned of bark, leaning unstable, incarnadine wound. How the forest shook all night, branches, leaves, pinecones, sorrows flung against the Earth, leaving … Read More

27/02/2025

New from Gail Griffin: "Beautiful".

Starlings have no claim to what’s called beauty except when earth flings them out in a bolt of black silk unfurling across the sky, reaching, curling back, convolving as if in a sinuous wind from one great mind. Probably defensive, … Read More

26/02/2025

New from Elizabeth Kuelbs : "Tuning Fork".

Upside down free-tailed bat birth, the particular cry of a pup, the small suck of a new tongue. The nourishment of moths, of hunters rivering clicks through coral dusk, of the sole survivor bumblebee queen thawing in an old mouse … Read More

25/02/2025

New from Reyzl Grace: "Midrash on John 6:6".

—for E. R. Shaffer When you take my wrist, the string of my tongue is loosed already above your wine-dark skin, but you tell me your time has not yet come; the physician will not give me meat. It is … Read More

24/02/2025

New from Rachel Neve-Midbar: "A Night Without Bombs".

That moment of stillness a cirrus sky, peeled orange flesh fresh tendril, a road that leads into the salmon woods. Night. A single star. Sirius suspended over a city. Scent of damp and green things, wild water escapes your mouth, … Read More

21/02/2025

New from Katie Massa Kennedy: "The Longing to Be Held".

I want a shipping container home. I want a shipping container pool. I want a shipping container pool inside a shipping container home. I want a shipping container home and shipping container pool inside a shipping container. I want that … Read More

20/02/2025

New from ziqr peehu: "Every Grave Starts as a Hole".

Somewhere in Northern MP, on a street where the pavement sweats like skin, my brother is gone. & my mother is drunk again. She kneels by the garden & plants the same dead things over & over. A matchstick, a … Read More

19/02/2025

New from Jordan Adams: "The Facilities Technician".

The fans are gone. When the utility cart climbs the switchback ramp to the sixth-level concourse, there are low-wage workers here, hired for the day— growling leaf blowers strapped to their backs— middle-aged men who know what it is to … Read More

18/02/2025

New from Allison Mei-Li: "The world has not been cruel to him yet".

so he brings leaves to construction workers at the park, holds them out like treasures anyone would be glad to take. The world has not been cruel to him yet, so he lifts his blue-beaded wrist up to everyone we … Read More

17/02/2025

New from William Aarnes: "Our Hike in Heavy Snow".

“Footmarks diverging,” Miroslav Holub, “And what’s new” and, of course, after Robert Frost Whoever it was had come to the fork and without any seeming indecision headed in both directions at once, the right footprints, quickly beginning to fill, turning … Read More

14/02/2025

New from Hannah M. Matzecki: "Reading Room".

I’d like to bite through my tongue. I’d like to see what it feels like to bite through my tongue. I’d like to see if it swells if I bite through my tongue, if my teeth are sharp enough to … Read More