The Honored

WC Roberts

The Honored

raise high the blade, plunge it down honor to the gods sated only by a child’s heart

lift high this offering; sing solemn supplications

the priest in green feather boa gives the climate change his blessing, harvest of skulls

blood flows along the altar channels, gathering so we drink in […]

Oak, Ash, and Crow

Rebecca Buchanan

Oak, Ash, and Crow

i know that the trees move


i am the last

in the last house

on the last street

in the last city

fallen to oak and ash and thorn


when i look away

they lift their roots

digging furrows deep into earth

exposing burrows


A City Built On Bones

Ann K. Schwader

A City Built On Bones


A city built on bones cannot deny

its origins: the skull racks & the blood,

the ones who perished never knowing why.


Cathedrals painting faith across the sky

arose from altars to some darker god

a city built on bones cannot deny,


but […]


Genevieve DeGuzman



We were meant to be gifts of protection,

created by those who know that’s never the case.


They resented our non-gazes,

marked the first of us for obsolescence.


That line never having known true human speech

did not know to cry out a curse


but we did. […]

To Watch the World Burn

Jason Marc Harris

To Watch the World Burn


We all decided to watch:

Whether gazing at our glittering screens

Or staring while gathered upon the wide grassy field

Where tents had sprung up like overnight crops of toadstools,

Huddling our masses in the shade of billowing folds of canvas,

Drooping down and breathing […]

The Song of Unknown Night

Hongri Yuan (Chinese)

(translated into English by Yuanbing Zhang)

The Song of Unknown Night


I believe that black stones spawn the honey of the heaven

And death brings us the Golden Dawn

The earth is our other body

While the oceans are initially sweet and serene eyes

My every tear is […]

Introduction to Poetry Issue 66

Introduction to Poetry Issue 66

By coincidence, most of the poems in this issue follow an apocalyptic arc, though sometimes a bit subtle. The number of form and/or narrative poetry also make a significant presence. There include a villanelle, an anapestic sonnet with the rhyme structure ababcdcdefefgg; a somewhat subverted abba iambic hexameter form; a […]

Introduction to Abyss & Apex Poetry, Issue 65

Introduction to Abyss & Apex Poetry, Issue 65

Season’s Greetings to you all! To begin with, I want to honor all the Abyss & Apex poets of 2017, but in particular, these four Pushcart nominees (in order of poem’s appearance). Good luck to you all (the two fiction nominees are not shown here):

“Poisoned Apple” […]

He Believes It

Katharyn Howd Machan

He Believes It The fog will lift. The city will return. —Bruce Bennett in “Il Bacio”

He has to, this morning alone, the street no street but sleek cobblestones one by one for his feet. So many dead— or missing, simply missing? Swallowed down a giant’s maw to be spit up, […]

Gone to the House of Sound

John W. Sexton

Gone to the House of Sound

Sunlight lay hidden in the garden of the three brothers. Midnight came and sunlight didn’t stir.

At three in the morning the youngest brother awoke to birdsong. Sunlight clotted his room so the brother got dressed.

In the garden a thousand blackbirds had made themselves […]