I Wake and Feel the Fall
FUTURE INSTRUCTION MANUAL: On Justice
Wax Lips
Hot roti
“I’m thrilled to see these eight poems from The Low Passions (W.W. Norton 2019) find an online home at Novus Literary Arts Journal. I have valued my relationship with the entire Creative and Imaginative Writing Program at Cumberland University and look forward to continuing it.
Anders Carlson-Wee, on the inclusion of his work in our Spring 2021 Online Edition
“There is an airport in my
shadowland I have spent
many days running late to,
many days on a train to.
I wonder if I am on my way to someone else’s shadow”
Quarantine/SSRI Dreams Nos. 1, 2, 4, 5, 6 and 8
Thomas Ketchersid
“…today your tongue will march backwards
it will turn a bow in its nest
and you will go thirsty
unless you learn a new name for everything”
migrations/departures
German Dario
“I speak for you now/ That I know what permanence means/ What if I end up like her / Your lips, two camellia petals brushing against each other/ Pushing our prayers/ Everything will be okay / The first lie I ever spoke”
Dakota Delk
“The Gathering” – Francis Flavan
Shoshone and Paiutes mainly,
Led to Ga-Du-Gi gardening
By an Eastern Cherokee.
They are visions of course.
We Whites like set out on paper
The Weight of Smoke, the Sacrifice of Snails –Silver Webb
“She hears the click of the lighter through the phone. Into her ears comes Daniel’s inhale, the smoke settling in his lungs. In her mind, she sees the stars he lingers under, the only beautiful thing in his apartment complex, ceilings of cottage cheese, black cobwebs in stucco corners, an electric gate that smacks of detention.”
NOVUS Literary and Arts Journal
Lebanon, TN