Hush, bird. Listen.
There’s only one way out of here.
(out of the woods out of the dark out of the night)
A tunnel is a mineshaft is a chimney.
If death were a color it would be yellow,
pale like old pages, doctors’ gloves, February earth.
Or maybe more like bones, cartilage, teeth.
by Natalie Homer
Follow me. Fly, don’t sing.
This is a pilgrimage. You should be used to them by now.
It is only because of the darkness we are seen
in the sunlight we fade to white
like whisps of smoke that flaunt their curves
when all that’s left of us are hard angles.
They stretch until they become part of everything, part of nothing.
ABOUT ECKLEBURG POETRY
We publish poetry of all forms, from lyric and narrative to prose poems and the experimental, by emerging and established poets including David Wagoner, Jen Karetnick, Ceridwen Hall and Jonathan Fletcher.
POETRY SUBMISSION GUIDELINES
We accept previously unpublished poetry of all forms year round, unless announced otherwise. Please submit 1 to 5 poems as separate files in separate submissions. Please do not submit them all in one document.
SIMULTANEOUS SUBMISSIONS
Simultaneous submissions are fine as long as you withdraw the poem immediately through the submissions system if it is accepted elsewhere.
Note: We consider poetry, fiction and essays that have appeared in print, online magazines, public forums, and public access blogs as already being published. Rarely do we accept anything already published and then only by solicitation. Once a poem is published in Eckleburg, the poet is welcome to republish it anywhere, and we ask that original publication be credited each time to Eckleburg.
