Archive for the ‘ Jabberwocky 5 ’ Category


29th April 2011 | 1 Comment

by Erik Amundsen

In prime and in chief I call you my siblings,
we who suckled together at the kindness of our mother,
we who sucked and grew fat on her bounty,
fat, and also strong. Hers are the tusks that rend, 

She Makes One Hell of a Wicked Witch

29th April 2011 | 2 Comments

by Peter Kovochich

When the newspaper girl started getting weird, when she started talking about meeting the wizard and killing the witch, Ray decided it was time to cancel his subscription. 


29th April 2011 | 1 Comment

by Becca De La Rosa

She bloomed like a flower from his skeleton, one unnecessary bone grown longer in a Petri dish, and the snakes that presided over her birth asked: “What are you, a vestigial limb? What are you, sutured skin? Where is your matter? What matter belongs to you, if anything belongs to you?” and she couldn’t answer. This single bone, her groundwork, it sat on her chest like a heavy cat. It leaned on her. Bad weather loved it. The snakes curled around her ankles.

The New Alexandria

29th April 2011 | 1 Comment

by Sonya Taaffe

I want this new Alexandria. I want to light these candles and chant across the divide of weeks while my neighbor on one side pours a little beer into a saucer for the red desert wind and the resin-black jackal 

Waxed Lachrymose

3rd March 2011 | Closed

by Sarah E. Colona

I discerned, obscurely, a child’s face
looking through the window

—Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

Somersault of fog.
Winter’s chill hidden within

Wood smoke. Gorse. Clove.