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—Hannah Lee Jones in Superstition Review
Every day I wake up in this body and every day I wake up alarmed.
E. Kristin Anderson, from “I Walk Through,” published in Superstition Review
Who taught them that their greatest gift, red and lipped, is being broken into silence?
— Emma Bolden, from “Beautiful Women and Broken-Down Cars,” published in Superstition Review
Centered in the folds of every fashion magazine, women body the landscape. Sweet-littered, matte-lipped, limbs liquored into twist and line they lay down, blank as spaces, in junkyards. We are told this is the way all female flesh bests. We are told all action is reaction and reaction a violence unfit for a lady, so what better ball to gown than these ruined alleyways? Look at them. All the girls who couldn’t see a happy posed their bodies into endings, open as a road.
Emma Bolden, “Beautiful Women and Broken-Down Cars,” published in Superstition Review
Dana Curtis
Palimpsest
Now, I will write about sadness: talk about birds with broken fingers, a nest I built beneath icy water and ruined twigs. No one listens anymore to the dark and empty places, to blocks stacked in the grass for no reason anyone can fathom. I always assumed repair to be possible, distortion reassembled into a weeping willow arching over a pond full of boneless fish. I once sat by a stone lion, became my own insignificant world while the feathers covered me like rain. Now, I will write about fear: I find all my lost loves asleep like hallways that might as well be circulatory and nervous. At every crossroad, I build a shrine with whatever bones are available. Scatter me as if ashes were moonlight on water.
Reposted from superstition [review]
In the Country of Light, Chelsea Dingman
@superstitionrev, the online literary magazine of Arizona State University, is still accepting entries for their 23rd issue! The submission period closes this February 28th, so be sure to check out their Submittable before then! https://superstitionreview.submittable.com/submit
Contributor Update: Mark Haunschild
Contributor Update: Mark Haunschild
Hello everyone! Today we have some extremely exciting news to share. Our very own poetry advisor, Mark Haunschild, has been chosen as the featured poet this month in A Dozen Nothing. His awesome poems such as: “Wagstaff”, “An Exit”, “Cairn”, and many more can be read on their website here.
Mark has served as a poetry advisor for Superstition Review since issue 6 in Fall 2010.
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