Rust + Moth is pleased to unveil our Summer 2017 issue! With new work from poets like Kristen Case, Al Ortolani, Jamie La Londe-Pinkston, and Shenan Hahn, this volume is a counter-clockwise turn into the flames.
Monster. From the Latin root “monere,” meaning to warn. The word gained a kind of terror as it lumbered through Latin and into old French (where “monstre” also idiomatically describes a huge task, as in un travail monstre), and by the time it finally smashed its way into the English-speaking world, it was ripe with its bloody, modern meaning: a hideous being, often a freak of nature, coming right at you with either debased or dangerous intentions. The dark can be monstrous. So can the dead. So why is author M. Brent Gaffney devoting an entire chapbook to feeding such monsters?
The pages of “Feeding the Dead” are chock-full of them, and not the generic I-want-to-hurt-you kind. Her monsters are hungry. Vampires wanting blood, zombies wanting brains, and sweet hellhounds roaming dark neighborhoods in search of homes they haven’t known, food they haven’t killed. It is a remarkably consistent and approachable collection, the literary equivalent of Chiara Bautista’s art. Here, hunters pick out stars from the hides of wolves before they skin them, each día is of los muertos, and packs of adolescent hyena girls roam locker rooms in search of weaker peers to eat. From the title poem:
Her name is Maria, comida.
They eat her a little at a time.
She likes to be needed, to feel her blood
ebb and flow from their mouths,
tongues like whales lost at sea.
She travels with them, a shadow,
city to city, sneaking them pockets
of herself on the train, offering
her slender wrists
like holy bread in taxi cabs.
Gaffney’s monsters become metaphors for hunger, and that hunger becomes in turn a metaphor for any number of transformations: the make-believe made real, the meal made flesh, the child turned adolescent, the predator become prey. “This is where it happens. This is where faith goes to die, to emerge from the ashes something hungrier.” Here, the poems take place almost exclusively at night, or else in the half-lights of dawn and dusk (i.e. breakfast and dinner). This is a masterful choice. Monsters are always scarier when you can’t see them, and Gaffney’s literary transformations remain incomplete and ambiguous without daylight to complete the circle:
Meanwhile cars hum on the highway,
semis on routes they remember like a fawn’s
first earful of buckshot. Little white crosses
ghost the shoulder of the road like a fence
and the midnight trucker has learned their names
by now. Rosie. Nathaniel. Jerome. Jesus—
their memorial roses bloom in a flash of headlights.
But in the sun, the flowers are plastic,
wooden markers rotten from rain.
One of Gaffney’s greatest gifts as a writer lies in her ability to pen devastating closing lines; to reveal any of them out-of-sequence here would be a crime. It’s enough to say that her poems, so steeped in the subject of transfiguration to begin with, tend to turn a third corner with their final breath. And while it isn’t obvious at first just why Gaffney is feeding the dead, consider this: While the word monster might have stumbled out of Rome as a warning, its root, “monere,” can also mean to instruct — to teach, or give a sign. There are lessons in this chapbook. But only for those who brave each poem all the way to the end, who resist the enchantments of a gifted wordsmith, and who fail to heed the warning signs.
Editor, Rust + Moth
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Rust + Moth is excited to announce our new Patreon campaign.
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We started in Austin, TX in 2008. Our first print edition was a labor of love, involving a big empty floor, several boxes of pizza, and a lot of our friends folding, cutting, and binding the issue by hand. We’ve come a long way since our first issue, but there is still this one big thing that’s been bugging us, something that we’ve wanted to do for years and have never had the money to do: We would like to give each of our published authors a complimentary print copy of the issues in which they appear. Please check out our page, our video, and then help us give back to all the writers who make our journal shine:
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The editors, R+M
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Rust + Moth Spring 2017 is now available in print! Featuring 32 new poems, this issue is fighting back. Perfect for any reader who refuses to come in out of the rain.
With new poetry from Staci R. Schoenfeld, Sergio Ortiz, Lisa Huffaker, JM Farkas, Peter Sagnella, Laurie Kolp, Kate Garrett, Julia Norton, John Liles, Angela Bilger, N.L. Shompole, Kate Peper, Lisa Beech Hartz, John L. Stanizzi, Thomas Nguyen, Beth Sherman, Lilith Kontos, Trina Askin, M. J. Arlett, Barbara Krasner, Stephen Toft, Natalie Crick, L.I. Henley, Chloe N. Clark, Michelle Site, Laura Page, and Carrie Redway.
The Best of the Net Anthology gives much-appreciated recognition to authors and journals who publish online, while the Pushcart Prize honors the best of America’s small presses. Last fall, Rust + Moth devoted time, love, and a few stamps to nominating our favorite poems for these anthologies, and we are proud to shout their names from the rooftops now.
Best of the Net Anthology
- Etch A Sketch, by Jackson Sabbagh
- Starlab, by Wren Awry
- Elegy for my Father, by Jenne Knight
- Making Sense of Another Dark Night, I’m Learning to Unwait, by Ariana D. Den Bleyker
- Open (Casket), by Alisha Dietzman
- Long Weekend, by Tasha Graff
- Trigger Warning, by Hannah Dellabella
- The Burning Girl, by Lucy M. Logsdon
- girl/creature, by Emily Corwin
- Panic Attack as a 4 Part Word Problem, by Torrin Greathouse
- When a Father is Dying, by M. Brett Gaffney
- Eschatology, by Mary Alice Endicott
Electricity, innovation, and language rarely strike the same hilltop like this. We invite you to take a closer look at these pieces and see with fresh eyes what poetry is capable of.
Also, if you’re thinking of contributing to Rust + Moth, there’s no better place to get a feel for our journal than these selections. It took us weeks to distill these twelve from the many wonderful poems we published last year — thank you to all of our contributors for making this such a difficult decision. And good luck to our nominees!
The advantage of the poetic sequence over the single poem is the ability to develop a theme through repetition. A single dream may have the power to whisper secrets, wander inventively, and terrify, but even a nightmare is only as scary as the time it takes for the dreamer’s heart to slow down upon waking. Imagine, however, the same nightmare, night after night after night. Such a dream would create a separate and traumatized reality, a reality in which day and night are set in unwitting opposition to one another. Many Full Hands Applauding Inelegantly, a collection of three poetic sequences from poet Darren Demaree, is doing much the same kind of sleepless, world-bending work.
By way of caution, it is a difficult read. And if we’re being as honest as Demaree himself, we have to say that this book is not an ideal beachhead for readers trying to storm the shore of poetry for the first time. But if you can overlook concerns about its accessibility, which we can and do, then you have in your hands a compelling manuscript rife with flight, violence, sound, and fire. Allow us to take each collection in turn.
A Violent Sound in Almost Every Place
If you’ve ever read Dostoevsky’s Crime and Punishment, then you know about Raskolnikov’s plague dream. A swarm of microscopic bugs sweeps over the world, and those infected by the swarm come to see themselves as uniquely intelligent and extraordinary beings. This in turn leads to a war of near-extinction as the “extraordinary” men and women hack each other to brutal and senseless deaths. Demaree’s first sequence, A Violent Sound in Almost Every Place, seems to have its origins in the same kind of fever sleep.
Here the repeating themes are of tongues, speaking words “meaningless but powerful.” Of warmth, both human and ash-apocalyptic. Of failed nonsense republics, dead bodies, and roots, always roots, connecting lone trees to one another in the silent underground dark of burial fields and suicide bunkers. Each poem in the sequence has shrapnel echos of the others, but some of the poems emerge above the flaming surface and act as Rosetta stones for the others. One of these is poem #208, which reads, in part:
I believe in the language of salvation.
I believe that language loses certainty
with each decibel it rises […]
If we must use words
to give faith, can we make them inexact
& quiet? Can we make those words
the symbol for radical, inclusive searching?
Can I tell you a secret? Can I whisper it?
This poem wouldn’t work early in the sequence, where paranoid chaos and an animal striving for dominance, regardless of merit, dominate all other concerns (only later do we see the reverberations of the titular violent sound beginning to fade). But if you’ll endure this particular storm, you might just live long enough to see some strange and novel flowers growing silently out of the ground.
We Are Arrows
The most direct of Demaree’s three sequences, We Are Arrows, gives greater altitude and perspective to themes already introduced, in particular the recurring motifs of heat and fire, fleeting strength, and the primal spontaneity that comes with being instinctively alive. In this sequence, mankind is a volley of arrows, loosed by forces we can’t see or understand; a volley that gains strength as it rises, brutality as it falls, and finally lands violently, renaming what it destroys. The final poem of the sequence, quoted here in part, speaks for itself:
We are almost completely behind us,
always mostly invisible to our own eyes.
We are pointed forward.
We are the anticipation of action and the
sentiment to explain the dimple and the cut
of our arrival.
We should, with our inherent violence,
be more dedicated to regaining the paradise
of the sky.
We should have no fear of getting lost in
We have always returned from our flights.
We have registered greatly amongst the
To go from the clean and untroubled simplicity of the arrow to the complicated vulnerability of the bird, as Demaree does in the book’s final section, is a stunning hard right turn. And yet, this deliberate and violent shift reveals Demaree’s strength as a curator of the written word. His task here, wildly successful, is to mirror the entire arc of the book in a single instant, to match with his pacing the abrupt moment when an arrow finds its intended.
All the Birds Are Leaving
Demaree saves the most complicated and challenging sequence, All the Birds Are Leaving, for the third act. Here, we wander, in far murkier territory than before, alongside a narrator struggling with entropy and loss and the entirely rational fear that “there will be more winter than you have fire.” Old themes echo anew in these darker, heavier pages, but a new repeating motif makes a fresh and frustrated appearance: hope. Winged hope, perhaps, with all the attendant difficulties of capture, but hope nonetheless. To quote too much from this section would be to rob the reader of the view from the summit, but this particular gem feels representative of the sequence as a whole:
We only feel
when they are broken
& with time
it is the same thing,
with time we return
only after the great pain.
Setting the book down after many nights of reading, we are left to wonder: What are the many full hands and what are they clapping for? Is it better to fly as an arrow or a bird? Where is the fire that will last us the winter, and is it worth looking for? Like any spiritual test worth its salt, this book offers more questions than answers. There is a kind of emptiness at the periphery of each sequence that allows the reader’s mind to go off into countless moral and allegorical questions like these; the edges of the cave truly contain only what you take with you. For these reasons, we recommend this challenging and complex work without reservation. Celebrate it with great care.
Editor, Rust + Moth
More of Darren Demaree’s work can be found online at: darrencdemaree.com
It’s been a hard turn around the sun. All the glitter has flown off into space and the world it left behind has gotten itself good and blurry drunk. And so, in the spirit of cloud medicine, we are proud to present our Winter 2016 issue. Featuring 35 new poems, these pages are full of secrets, survival tactics, and cold rain yet to fall. Take whatever you need to keep your heart alive.
With new poetry from Alaina Pepin, Colin Reed Moon, Katie Gleason, Alex Zhang, Emily Rose Cole, Emily Stoddard, David Koenig, Katie Simpson, Molli Spalter, Allie Arend, Suzanne Langlois, Sara Ryan, Joseph Felkers, Andrea Wyatt, Samuel Hovda, Christopher Hopkins, Barbara Draper, Jennifer K. Sweeney, Wendy DeGroat, Tallon Kennedy, Lois Roma-Deeley, J. Jerome Cruz, Cooper Wilhelm, Karen Paul Holmes, Simon Anton Nino Diego Baena, Triin Paja, Rebecca Starks, Cathryn Shea, and Kathleen Jones.
Rust + Moth Autumn 2016 is now available in print! Featuring 37 new poems, this issue is missing a few teeth.
Carl Jung wrote that if one loses teeth in a dream, “one loses the grip on something… this can mean a loss of reality, a loss of relationship, a loss of self-control.” Such are these pages, filled with betrayal, ticking clocks, internal organs in rebellion, and haunting walks through dreamlit fields.
With new poetry from Nico Wilkinson, Jason Gray, Leslie Contreras Schwartz, Jordan Ranft, Torrin Greathouse, Alexis Rhone Fancher, Mary Alice Endicott, F. Daniel Rzicznek, Duncan Campbell, Elliott Freeman, Kelly Grace Thomas, Ramsay Randall, Benjamin Smith, Jules Jacob, James Croal Jackson, Blythe Davenport, Alexandra Smyth, David Anthony Sam, Danielle Zaccagnino, Liz Hogan, Matthew Landrum, Shuly Cawood, John Ling, Molly Likovich, Jamie Elliott Keith, Howie Good, Monica Lewis, Milla van der Have, Peter Grandbois, María Isabel Alvarez, Reba Rice, Hannah Dellabella, and Chelsea Dingman.
Rust + Moth Summer 2016 is now available in print! Featuring 32 new poems, this issue surprised us. In strong counterpoint to the easy days of summer, these pages are dark, the blue-dark of summer nights, of grief, of wild flowers and cemeteries. You can read it on our website or buy a physical copy. May it keep your eyes wide open.
With new poetry from Catherine Leigh Reeves, Isaac Williams, Sarah Rolph, Cody Shrum, Kailey Tedesco, David Anthony Sam, Chad Frame, JJ Lynne, Juleen Eun Sun Johnson, Matty Layne, Shelby Dale DeWeese, Rebekah Keaton, Bo Schwabacher, Hillery Stone, John L. Stanizzi, M. Brett Gaffney, Stevie Edwards, Laura Romain, Tessa Withorn, Nicholas Fuenzalida, Dylan Macdonald, Isadora Serrano, Melissa Atkinson Mercer, Adam J. Gellings, Rebecca Eades, Michael Gould, Ava C. Cipri, Emmaline Silverman, Kaytie Rose Thomas, and Alisha Erin Hillam.
Rust + Moth Spring 2016 is now available in print! Featuring a record 41 new poems, this is the heaviest and most diverse issue we’ve ever published. Consider it an apple, full of eureka moments, now falling onto your head from a great height. We are also proud to bring you our journal’s first guest cover, brought to you by the talented Texas artist Sarah Fox! You can read it on our website, buy a physical copy, or download a Kindle edition (only $3).
With new poetry from Darren C. Demaree, John Manuel Arias, Ellen Stone, Jessica Lynn Suchon, Chloe Stricklin, Shani Abramowitz, James Croal Jackson, Ben Meyerson, Sandra Fees, Maximilian Gonzalez, Emily Jaeger, Jamie Lyn Bruce, Scherezade Siobhan, Natalie Homer, Emily Yin, Justin Hamm, Steffi Lang, Karen J. Weyant, Diannely Antigua, Nick Kolakowski, Torrin Greathouse, Emily Corwin, James Ardis, Cathryn Shea, Jason Sears, Melissa Fite Johnson, Rachel Nix, Richard Manly Heiman, Lucy M. Logsdon, Moriah Pearson, Amy Kinsman, Joseph JP Johnson, Mary Lenoir Bond, Bob Carlton, Sarah Clayville, Jason Primm, and John McKernan.
Our Spring 2016 issue is live and we are honored to feature the work of Texas artist Sarah Fox on our cover! This collaboration is an exciting first for our magazine – we’ve never featured a guest artist on our cover before – and we’re thrilled to introduce her and her art to our readers.
Sarah teaches classes in drawing and painting at the University of Texas at San Antonio, where she recently received her MFA. Her current body of work, which features various creatures cut and stitched together from books, magazines, and unexplored corners of the internet, is a powerful investigation of difference and its acceptance. We invite you to meet her “others” and further explore her work at: sarahfoxart.com
Rust and Moth’s Winter 2015 issue is now available in print! Featuring 33 new poems, this one is as dark as the inside of a needle. Here lie dreams and their obituaries, some gone badly awry, some dying only to find the dawn. You can read it on our website, buy a physical copy, or download a Kindle edition (only $3).
Featuring new poetry from Tasha Graff, Vicky Sloan, Heather Lenz, Elysia Smith, Dylan Weir, Bradley K. Meyer, Carol Shillibeer, Derek Graff, Tiah Lindner Raphael, Sarah J. Sloat, Jeremiah Moriarty, Monika Cassel, E.G. Cunningham, Tammy Robacker, J.F. Merifield, Laura Sloan Patterson, Jackson Burgess, Alisha Dietzman, Jackson Holbert, Felino A. Soriano, David Anthony Sam, Jill White, Nick Kolakowski, Ned Dougherty, Babo Kamel, Danielle Nicole Byington, Sarah Nix, and Ariana D. Den Bleyker. Thank you to all of our wonderful contributors!
The Pushcart Prize honors the best of America’s small presses, and Rust + Moth just got its nominees in the mail! These are our editors’ top picks from 2015:
- The Etch A Sketch, by Jackson Sabbagh
- Sickness, by Patrick Venturella
- Tumuli, by Cady Vishniac
- Grape Harvesters, by Shane Eaves
- Here Will Burn For Us, by Alicia Hoffman
- Für Elise Played Quietly In a Room On Fire, by Brian D. Morrison
Please give yourself the gift of sitting down with these extraordinary pieces and seeing, with fresh eyes, just what poetry is capable of.
If you’re thinking of contributing to Rust + Moth, and we hope you are, there’s no better place to get a feel for what our journal is all about than these fine selections. It took us weeks to distill these six from the many wonderful poems we published this year — thank you to all of our 2015 contributors for making this such a difficult decision. And good luck to our nominees!
Rust + Moth is buzzing with excitement — we’ve just completely redesigned our website! Our web developer and founding editor Josiah Spence took months putting it together, and we couldn’t be more pleased with the results. The current issue and cover now reign front-and-center, as well they should, and you’ll also find it easier to see the most recent issues and news updates from the front page. It’s all about being boldly in the here and now, with a gorgeous new typeface and a powered-up black moth as our guardian familiar.
Please come explore the new site when you get the chance! We’re eager to hear what you have to say — leave us feedback via social media or even email us at email@example.com. Otherwise, just enjoy the new look. Our mission is to bring the work of our contributors to a wider audience, and a little extra beauty certainly helps that mission along.
R+M Autumn 2015 is hot off the presses! Featuring 28 new poems, this issue reads like an all-night conversation about water, sky, and memory. You can read it on our website, buy a physical copy, or download a Kindle edition (only $3). Thanks to all our contributors for making this such a wonderful (and curiously cohesive) issue.