Jayce Russell serves as poetry warlock for the literary journal Outlook Springs. Jayce's work can be found in Lucky Jefferson and Hive Avenue.
If I didn’t know the words molten and crag how could I refer to the world beyond my line of sight? Breadcrumbs and visions fall from my chapped lips: great buildings leaning against one another for support, lakes draining, flaming comets crisscrossing smoke trails above, dinosaurs returning just as the first stars note their absence. Another day greeting my neighbors… Read more →
i’ve seen them crawl up from the lake draped in weeds whispering names and something worse than obscenities hungry gums flecked with gleaming scales can’t you hear them march in time the way the mud slurps with every step they are coming they are coming the faint handprint on the mailbox is no accidental collusion of rain and grime their… Read more →