Up the Staircase Quarterly

Est. in 2008, Up the Staircase Quarterly publishes art, poetry, interviews, and reviews. Edited by April Michelle Bratten. Visit Up the Staircase Quarterly to learn how to submit your work. http://www.upthestaircase.org

[flowerytale]

Sylvia Plath, The Letters of Sylvia Plath Volume I: 1940–1956

[lifeinpoetry]

… I could have been anyone’s ghost, but I wanted to be yours. I had to be yours.

— Caitlyn Siehl, from “Haunting,” What We Buried

[thecollectibles]

Art by Jakub Rebelka

[existential-celestial]

Mary Oliver, from “Wild, Wild,” in New And Selected Poems: Volume Two

[themaninthegreenshirt]

The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot

[lifeinpoetry]

                            But do you miss them?

the mention  of silence 

                            I don’t understand. 

worse than the silence itself

— Paige Lewis, from “Diorama of Ghosts,” Space Struck

[1000drawings]

by Ana Victoria

[beebeedibapbeediboop]

Orange peel 🍊

[lifeinpoetry]

“Finding yourself in a hole, at the bottom of a hole, in almost total solitude, and discovering that only writing can save you.”

— Marguerite Duras, from “Writing,” Writing, tr. Mark Polizzotti

[upthestaircasequarterly]

“We could be two nervous creatures looking at each other. We could hold November between us like a bedsheet to be folded.”

— Anna Kelley, “Winter Hymn” from Up the Staircase Quarterly #39

[theclassicsreader]

“Life, the permission to know death.”

— Djuna Barnes, Nightwood

[photosbygerardo]

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[weltenwellen]

Anne Sexton, from “O Ye Tongues”, The Complete Poems

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“Autumn alone and in ashes.”

— Alfredo Fressia, tr. by Mario Licon, from “21st of March, 1976,”

[1000drawings]

by zukellogs

[fox-and-sparrow]

Just want a little farmhouse with an orchard where I can grow apples and plums and pears and make jam to go with the fresh bread I’ll bake every week

[a-s-s-a-s-s-i-n-a]