The Hellebore

Fiction Issue Five: Black Moss

First Maps

Prehistoric maps were unfeigned, exquisitely etched in the ephemeral soil, by the dead, using...

Issue Five: Black Moss Poetry

The Mind Block There are parts of me I have not buried because everything...

Issue Five: Black Moss Poetry

sun lore i dreamt the sun was dripping / blood / colors of the...

Issue Five: Black Moss Poetry

I Guess We Miss Her I guess we miss her; she doesAnd she does,...

Issue Five: Black Moss Poetry

whenever I walk through the streets of my cityI’m reminded that we do not...

Issue Five: Black Moss Poetry

Salt Margins The doorway is filling with purple moths.They come out of the forestlike...

Issue Five: Black Moss Poetry

makes its way underground/ into the interior skeleton of the house/ up through the...

Issue Five: Black Moss Poetry

as I tip into this room of paneled windowsand hushed esteem, sidle silent into...

Issue Five: Black Moss Poetry

Fuck gravity.I just want to watch herdefy the tides. Darren C. Demaree is the...

Issue Five: Black Moss Poetry

is a thorn-ripped hole, at first, dad your absencea blood-pooled maw where i throw...