Category Archives: Poetry

LindaAnn LoSchiavo Baby-Sitting a Bone in Washington Square Park, Once a Potter’s Field The bone kept singing. Long grass and scrub disguised it, half-asleep in lime-white dusk, like an earthworm displaced to a sun-warmed walkway. Flesh once enveloped every tender … Continue reading →

Ark II             Captain’s Log, Earth-date December 25, 2121: It’s time The jigsaw puzzle sky Is backlit with the dawn Of a new age; the fowl Have already flown South And all the beasts of the field Have scattered; over … Continue reading →

DJ Tantillo Godhuli Red, all of it. The inside of her head glitters with reflections of constant sunset. That’s what Lindin, Tildee’s younger sister, the one without sight, always says. Together, they can tell which of the rich kids looking … Continue reading →

Katharyn Howd Machan Beaks They’re getting bigger, you know. Weighting down the rough-slate rooftop. Foreheads bulging like rounded mountains above dead-black eyes that never blink. Iridescent feathers swelling wide even though they never stretch in flight again once their talons … Continue reading →

Ann Thornfield-Long Fertile He bloomed inside me a blush-red flower I learned to nurture, water, mark the time twixt curling leaf and overdose of yellow-green. I was good soil. The Gardner called me from dust to loam, meadow-home, infused with … Continue reading →

                            Avra Margariti  The Magpie’s Consort She brought me a phalanx Twined in lichen And I did not ask Whose body had once held The sun-bleached, Petrichor-steeped … Continue reading →

Introduction to Issue 81 Poetry Congratulations to the following set of poets as they begin a new year of fantastic contributors to Abyss & Apex. May 2022 be safe, as well as prosperous; i.e., may your reading and writing be … Continue reading →

Ben Berman Ghan The New Gods of the House For Jack Kirby Once, there were old gods sleeping in the house: Waking, drinking, fighting, fingers dragging into the flesh of our backyard of drought — Molding clay faces, baby maws … Continue reading →

Robert Fleming Hal 9000 and David’s space honeymoon is over: a post-pandemic movie re-entry to Space Odyssey 2001 Dave             Let me re-enter Hal               I’m sorry Dave, I’m afraid I can’t do that Dave             Can’t breathe Hal               I lip-read … Continue reading →

Tristan Beiter Fountain Found in an Abandoned Garden A summer sung, the body of the burnished, bright, youth, electrum coursing through his veins— dashed glass eyes, sharp, every fragile facet flashing. Greenery exploding to fill the gaps in his holy … Continue reading →