litany of open throats
we harvest blackened walnut husks for ink, hands stained, and i am blackcap-taken, wing-stolen,...
Askew Road, London
Heat. Around the fruit bowl like flies,dripping from the fridge handle,the upturned door numbersdropping...
The Swagger, Hola, & Dominican Robin
The Swagger In high school,I used to study the older girls,those shameless lessonsin how...
boys don’t cry (but they can survive)
Grix (they/them) is a chronically ill and disabled nonbinary trans femme who writes and...
Porcelain
I am thorns and petals too alike they are onea breed with nectars beasts...
The Inner Circle
When I was fifteen, my grandmother passed away. She lived a long life, the...
Presenting the Title of Issue Four: Bloodroot
Issue Four is almost here and is titled, Bloodroot. Bloodroot examines themes of family,...
Ilham Alshehab
To view more visit eelhum on Instagram. Featured in Issue Three: Mind of Fur....
Announcing the 2019 Best of the Net Nominations
The Hellebore Press started in Fall 2018 as a refuge for writers, poets, artists,...
Gummy Bears in My Throat
I have this spider-filled stomach when he makes eye contact. In these meetings, I...