Sarah Russell


Reverb by L. Vella

    In lieu of   bridle, let nestle be   tattled up. Let snout keep. Leave   name, leave dust.   What passes for summer, the somnifuge.   Underneath the lake, something sonic mucks low, almost   lost. As for the moon,   it gnaws.       L. […]


LISE MEITNER VISUALIZES FISSION, 1939 by David Moolten

                                             For Odette   Call it hallucinatory truth, it came like Goethe shouting himself kaput in his armchair, glaring as Oslo’s winter fields making her squint. She’d gone for a walk. She’d opened a letter. Good old Otto, his calculations missed the point. They’d shared crusty flasks, stubborn […]


Lament by Emily Rosko

    Out of lament for the body, touch the body. Skin marred with sunspots and scars and the tenderest touch of lips to the inner-under wrist. Out of this body, the fear of no body, where all mass evaporates into sun, the instant heat of now, then not. Out […]