• About Luna Luna
    • readings
    • dark hour
    • resources
    • search
  • read
  • peruse
  • submit
  • editor
  • workshops
Menu

luna luna magazine

  • About
    • About Luna Luna
    • readings
    • dark hour
    • resources
    • search
  • read
  • peruse
  • submit
  • editor
  • workshops
delicious new poetry
Writing Prompts for Threshold Times
September 4, 2026
Writing Prompts for Threshold Times
September 4, 2026
Read more →
September 4, 2026
'come lie by me in the pasture' — poetry by Renee Kalagayan
September 3, 2026
'come lie by me in the pasture' — poetry by Renee Kalagayan
September 3, 2026
Read more →
September 3, 2026
'In this world I kept happening' — poetry by Oladejo Abdullah Feranmi
September 3, 2026
'In this world I kept happening' — poetry by Oladejo Abdullah Feranmi
September 3, 2026
Read more →
September 3, 2026
'the azaleas all make gruel out of me' — poetry by Anya Johanna DeNiro
September 3, 2026
'the azaleas all make gruel out of me' — poetry by Anya Johanna DeNiro
September 3, 2026
Read more →
September 3, 2026
'silk and rivers' — poetry by Zavi Kang Engles
September 3, 2026
'silk and rivers' — poetry by Zavi Kang Engles
September 3, 2026
Read more →
September 3, 2026
'death and a mountain view' — poetry by Emily Brandt
September 3, 2026
'death and a mountain view' — poetry by Emily Brandt
September 3, 2026
Read more →
September 3, 2026
'the incense of my bed chamber ' — poetry by Katja Jackson
September 3, 2026
'the incense of my bed chamber ' — poetry by Katja Jackson
September 3, 2026
Read more →
September 3, 2026
'bruises confettied as raspberries' — poetry Chelsea Fonden
September 3, 2026
'bruises confettied as raspberries' — poetry Chelsea Fonden
September 3, 2026
Read more →
September 3, 2026
'you were obsessed. a monster.' — poetry by Kathleen Hellen
September 3, 2026
'you were obsessed. a monster.' — poetry by Kathleen Hellen
September 3, 2026
Read more →
September 3, 2026
'Seas of her marooned organs' — poetry by Shon Mapp
September 3, 2026
'Seas of her marooned organs' — poetry by Shon Mapp
September 3, 2026
Read more →
September 3, 2026
'a ghost house of Sicily' — poetry by Edvige Giunta
September 3, 2026
'a ghost house of Sicily' — poetry by Edvige Giunta
September 3, 2026
Read more →
September 3, 2026
'Are the clouds full of well-water?' — poetry by Johanna E. Hall
September 3, 2026
'Are the clouds full of well-water?' — poetry by Johanna E. Hall
September 3, 2026
Read more →
September 3, 2026
'seals her-self in the confession box' — poetry by Spencer Keene
September 3, 2026
'seals her-self in the confession box' — poetry by Spencer Keene
September 3, 2026
Read more →
September 3, 2026
'bloody with sunset' — poetry by Will Cordeiro
September 3, 2026
'bloody with sunset' — poetry by Will Cordeiro
September 3, 2026
Read more →
September 3, 2026
'dream in locusts' — poetry by Vi Ly
August 15, 2026
'dream in locusts' — poetry by Vi Ly
August 15, 2026
Read more →
August 15, 2026
'plastic chair, watermelon, generator exhaust, benzene' — poetry by Hana Saad
August 15, 2026
'plastic chair, watermelon, generator exhaust, benzene' — poetry by Hana Saad
August 15, 2026
Read more →
August 15, 2026
' I am brutally killed by daffodils' — poetry by Emily Tong
August 14, 2026
' I am brutally killed by daffodils' — poetry by Emily Tong
August 14, 2026
Read more →
August 14, 2026
'violet scabbing on ankle backs' — poetry by Lexi Rosen
August 14, 2026
'violet scabbing on ankle backs' — poetry by Lexi Rosen
August 14, 2026
Read more →
August 14, 2026
'it was something more gory' — poetry by Caroline O'Connor Thomas
August 14, 2026
'it was something more gory' — poetry by Caroline O'Connor Thomas
August 14, 2026
Read more →
August 14, 2026
'I’ll accept delight’s gloom' — poetry by Hazelyn Aroian
August 14, 2026
'I’ll accept delight’s gloom' — poetry by Hazelyn Aroian
August 14, 2026
Read more →
August 14, 2026
'every hour is one long suffering' — poetry by Anne Halsey
August 14, 2026
'every hour is one long suffering' — poetry by Anne Halsey
August 14, 2026
Read more →
August 14, 2026
'a terrible countenance for what nourishes' — poetry by I Echo
August 14, 2026
'a terrible countenance for what nourishes' — poetry by I Echo
August 14, 2026
Read more →
August 14, 2026
'I am the aftermath' — poetry by Taylor Hamann Los
August 14, 2026
'I am the aftermath' — poetry by Taylor Hamann Los
August 14, 2026
Read more →
August 14, 2026
'as if landscapes verdant' — poetry by Kacey Martin
August 14, 2026
'as if landscapes verdant' — poetry by Kacey Martin
August 14, 2026
Read more →
August 14, 2026
'a wasp  giving itself to the fig' — poetry by Elaina Edwards
August 14, 2026
'a wasp giving itself to the fig' — poetry by Elaina Edwards
August 14, 2026
Read more →
August 14, 2026
'ghosts in hair follicles' — poetry by Trish hopkinson
August 14, 2026
'ghosts in hair follicles' — poetry by Trish hopkinson
August 14, 2026
Read more →
August 14, 2026
'roses among men' — poetry by Amy Thatcher
August 14, 2026
'roses among men' — poetry by Amy Thatcher
August 14, 2026
Read more →
August 14, 2026
Writing prompts for a fever dream summer
August 3, 2026
Writing prompts for a fever dream summer
August 3, 2026
Read more →
August 3, 2026
'bloodsponge rubies & wicked diamonds' — poetry by Emily Murman
August 3, 2026
'bloodsponge rubies & wicked diamonds' — poetry by Emily Murman
August 3, 2026
Read more →
August 3, 2026
'beauty is the last thing before death' — poetry by Francis de Lima
August 3, 2026
'beauty is the last thing before death' — poetry by Francis de Lima
August 3, 2026
Read more →
August 3, 2026

When Someone Dies by Suicide, Headlines Sensationalize Their Death

August 3, 2017

Lior Zaltzman is a person-thing of shape and color. Her pictures and words have been published on the Forward, JTA and Haaretz, among others. 

Read More
In Social Issues, Pop Culture Tags chester bennington, music, suicide, mental health
Comment
Rachel Lauren Photography

Rachel Lauren Photography

Fiction by Lydia A. Cyrus: Lycanthropy in Appalachia

August 2, 2017

I am a werewolf of sorts: awakened at night by a hunger and a desire to roam. I have spent most every night in the rain, snow, or just plain quiet walking alone in the dark. In Appalachia, we don’t talk about lycanthropy: we don’t talk about the crossing of identities where wolf meets woman. And yet, the people here will talk about me—will talk about the way I walk through the night and my darkness—and they will call it by any other name, any other affliction.

Read More
In Poetry & Prose Tags Lydia A. Cyrus, Story, Creative Prose, Non Fiction
Comment

3 Poetry Books With Strong Narrators That Are So Necessary Right Now

July 31, 2017

Here are some books that stole my heart and mind recently (and still haven't given them back):

Read More
In Poetry & Prose Tags lynn melnick, ariel francisco, prerna bakshi, feminism, rape, race
Comment
The incredible Petra Collins

The incredible Petra Collins

A Brief History of Your Bathroom Mirror

July 31, 2017

You start with water. The stream ripples your skin with its current, warps your eyes, leaves you colorless. Water leaves you colorless. Motionless water is better, you discover. A puddle, a lake, a shallow bowl. You obsess over your reflection—the curve of your jaw, the speckles on your cheeks you never knew existed. You sneak glances at yourself in the black pits of someone else’s eyes, the tiny round distortion, the tiny colorless you. These are your first mirrors—the water like a cup of liquid glass, the spheres that sit in your lover’s skull like two black moons.

Read More
In Poetry & Prose Tags Fiction, Creative Prose, Lauren Spinabelli, Sisterhood
Comment
Luna Luna can't find an image credit. Help us! 

Luna Luna can't find an image credit. Help us! 

Diagnóstico de cáncer: Poetry by Marjorie Maddox

July 28, 2017

Sage Graduate Fellow of Cornell University (MFA) and Professor of English and Creative Writing at Lock Haven University, Marjorie Maddox has published eleven collections

Read More
In Poetry & Prose Tags Marjorie Maddox, Rei Berroa, Spanish, Poetry
Comment
L'uomo Vogue

L'uomo Vogue

What Being a Caulbearer Means to Me

July 28, 2017

Finding out that I was born with the caul was like having an epiphany. I didn’t know exactly what it was as I sat in the passenger seat talking about Romanian werewolves and Frankenstein teenage girls with my mom that day, but I knew it explained something about me. It made me feel validated.

Read More
In Poetry & Prose Tags Kailey Tedesco, Non Fiction, Caulbearer, Caul, Hemlock Grove, Magic, Witchy
7 Comments

3 Poems by Alexandra Naughton — My Posey Taste Like: The Paradise Lost Edition

July 27, 2017

ALEXANDRA NAUGHTON

Alexandra Naughton's My Posey Taste Like: The Paradise Lost Edition (Bottlecap Press, 2017) includes poems from the original, highly-acclaimed collection My Posey Taste Like (Bottlecap Press, 2015) plus ten new poems. Watch this video.

 

maybe i don’t deserve it but i’m tired. i would like to just stop. i don’t really know what that means and i also feel the exact opposite. like i would just like to go. because maybe i don’t deserve it. so i go any where. i like feeling night time on my skin wandering but going some where it doesn’t matter why any thing can be an adventure when you let it and i let it, and it pulls me forward by invisible strings keeping the radio perfect to keep the momentum just right and i’m not even thinking any more just being part of an other body an other calling an other way to worship. and then when it feels right to stop. and then curling up to rest.

 

**

 

peeing in your shower when you’re not looking and drowning in self importance. later you’re underlining how little I mean to you, tracing fingers back and forth in the carpeting for emphasis. i’m propped up on pillows and yawning like i’ve waited for this moment all weekend. our similarities can only go so far, sing so much harmony. the difference between a poem and just something you wrote is just not saying something completely fucking ordinary, it’s how you say it too.

 

**

 

my posey taste like soiled tablecloths in a hamper heap. paradise lost or a parasite, lost. let the puppy lick your hand and quit being such a killjoy. touching myself in the mirror like this is the best i can do. i’m not wasting time, i’m not looking for any thing except what i can devour. straddling you on an apartment building rooftop watching the sun go down and drinking from cold glasses. i will take apart your face to find the morsels i like most, taking big bites from the sides like a dad with his kid’s ice cream cone because it’s melting. this is what love is, you say, peeling back my sweaty spousebeater to scream into my skin, my stains. every thing you do i just absorb you. staying so damn quit it makes you madder and i just take you in.


Alexandra Naughton is editor in chief of @baipress in California. Her first novel, American Mary, was published by Civil Coping Mechanisms in March 2016 . She’s a Libra. Follow her on twitter: @thetsaritsa

In Music, Poetry & Prose Tags alexandra naughton
1 Comment
Tania Shcheglova

Tania Shcheglova

Poetry by Sarah Nichols

July 27, 2017

The Black Dahlia Dreams of Blade Runner

Last night, I dreamed of
Los Angeles.

Not as it was, when I
died. The promise and

sun of it.

I dreamed of its
now, a neon smear.

The city of
ghosts.

My voice in
its moving darkness,
saying

I’ve seen things you people
wouldn’t believe.



Sources: Ellroy, James. The Black Dahlia. New York: Mysterious Press, 1987; Hampton Fancher and David Peoples, Blade Runner screenplay, 1981.

 

Bloodline

My bloodline ends in
silence.

I circle back,
before my myth.

Slow now,

like conjuring a
storm.

Still in my descent,

a fury
beckoning.

I stir now,
watchful.

Someone’s out there.


Sources: Ellroy, James. The Black Dahlia. New York: Mysterious Press, 1987. Print, and James Ellroy, “My Mother and the Dahlia,” Virginia Quarterly Review, 82/3 (2006). N. pag. vqr online, Virginia Quarterly Review 19 June 2006. Web.

 

Dresses, Jewelry, Food

I wanted to be ready.

No one tells you what to
pack for the trip.

I met Cleopatra in
the underworld, and

she told me that
none of it

(dresses, jewelry, food)

matters down here.

Time cures everyone,
she says.

Whatever you thought
you wanted

dies or
goes away.

People worship you or
forget.

No one knows
that

until

they arrive.


Source: Ellroy, James. The Black Dahlia. New York: Mysterious Press, 1987. Print.


Sarah Nichols lives and writes in Connecticut. She is the author of four chapbooks, including Dreamland for Keeps (Porkbelly Press, forthcoming, 2018) and She May Be a Saint (Hermeneutic Chaos Press, 2016). Her poems and essays have also appeared in Thirteen Myna Birds, The Ekphrastic Review, Calamus, and The RS 500.

In Poetry & Prose Tags Sarah Nichols, Poet, Poetry, The Black Dahlia, Blade Runner
Comment
Heather Simonds Photography

Heather Simonds Photography

Fiction by Lydia A. Cyrus: Coyotes

July 26, 2017

All coyotes are memories. With their skinny bodies and hungry mouths, they exist as a precautionary tale. They eat calves on my grandfather’s farm, or they used to anyway. I’ve never seen one outside of photos before, but I know that they are tricksters: they provide the world with chaos and fury. The men in my family have shot coyotes for nothing less than being seen. Like foxes, the coyote is a symbol of invasion or peril and they must be purged from sight. Coyotes steal bullets and memories. Coyotes eat youth and hide in dark, discrete areas sometimes never revealing themselves to the light of day.

Read More
In Poetry & Prose Tags Lydia A. Cyrus, Creative Prose, Non Fiction, Story
Comment
Via Spoken Black Girl

Via Spoken Black Girl

In Conversation with Rowana Abbensetts of Spoken Black Girl

July 26, 2017

INTERVIEW BY LISA MARIE BASILE

LISA MARIE BASILE: I love to hear about women creating amazing communities and making a space for voices that aren’t always provided a platform in mainstream media. Can you tell us a little about Spoken Black Girl?

ROWANA ABBENSETTS: Spoken Black Girl started out as my own little space on the internet to talk about struggles with anxiety and depression. During my lowest points in life, I felt completely alone and I wanted to create a space where I could discuss mental health freely and without stigma. I was amazed by the support that I received from my growing community of readers and fellow bloggers. Since then Spoken Black Girl has transformed into an online publication open to all women of color.  

LISA MARIE BASILE: What sort of vacancy did you see in the digital media landscape that spurred the creation of SBG?

ROWANA ABBENSETTS: There aren’t many publications dedicated to true holistic healing for women of color; by that I mean not only covering yoga and meditation, but allowing for women of color to explore mental and emotional healing from mental illness and or trauma. In the Black community, for example, the stigma of mental illness and mental health is strong. Black women are taught to be strong and to hide our pain and vulnerabilities.

This problem of stigma is reflected in the limited or warped focus on mental health that we see in popular publications. Mental health is often a passing topic that popular culture would suggest can be remedied by spa trips and candles. The truth is, the conversation is much deeper than that. Women of color need to heal, mind, body, and soul, in order to continue building together.

LISA MARIE BASILE: I have learned so much from the content SBG has published, and I really appreciate the words I’ve read. Diversity and inclusivity is so important to SBG—I know how marginalized voices have been silenced or reduced. What is your goal with SBG, to confront and disrupt that?

ROWANA ABBENSETTS: It’s important to empower young, marginalized writers. I know that for women of color in particular, it’s easy to become discouraged.  The world is always telling us that our stories don’t matter, that out skills aren’t good enough, and that we are somehow encroaching on a traditionally white, male space. This is not true, but there are many that think this way, evidenced by the severe lack of representation among women of color in the publishing industry. At SBG, we take our time to work with writers and help them develop their skills and grow as writers. We want writers to gain confidence by sharing their stories with a supportive community that sees the value of marginalized voices.

LISA MARIE BASILE: What sort of message would you like to send to potential contributors and readers alike?

ROWANA ABBENSETTS: Have an open heart and an open mind.  Spoken Black Girl is a platform that values and respects vulnerability. I feel privileged to be able to publish deeply personal stories of growth, so it’s important to me that we all show each other love and support as a community of readers and writers.

LISA MARIE BASILE: I always find that engaging readers and fans is probably one of the hardest and yet most important aspects of running a publication. How can new readers support SBG and its authors—and how do you want to support your readers?

ROWANA ABBENSETTS: To our readers, I encourage you to share and show love in whatever way feels right to you. We plan on having more events, so I would definitely encourage our supporters to participate in all of our events and initiatives. Our ultimate goal is to be able to pay writers at market rate so we can do even more to improve the lives of WOC writers.

SBG will continue to support its readers by helping them explore their own growth journeys, whether it’s through powerful content, events, workshops or challenges. We’re more than a publication, we’re a community, and we’re constantly striving to add value to the lives of our community members.

LISA MARIE BASILE: Something I find really interesting about the digital landscape is that people WANT to share their stories. Where that maybe used to be called ‘weak,’ it’s now strong and I love that. There’s a focus on well-being and healing from trauma at SBG. How did you come upon that focus?

ROWANA ABBENSETTS: When it comes to mental health, a lot of women, in particular women of color,  have experienced trauma that has impacted their mental health. Of course, there are many women who begin their exploration of mental health having struggled specifically with anxiety, depression, bipolar or other mental illnesses. It’s often impossible to tease mental health away from trauma, especially because marginalized women experience sexism, racism, and homophobia as a fact of life, and those microaggressions often amount to trauma. We also deal with generational trauma, having absorbed the pain and fears of our mothers and grandmothers. Heal one woman and you heal all those that came before her.  

LISA MARIE BASILE: What sort of submissions are you looking for?

ROWANA ABBENSETTS: We’re looking for authentic, uplifting voices. I like submissions that are informative and clear, but reads like advice between girlfriends.

LISA MARIE BASILE: You talk about the transformation from SBG the blog to the magazine in your piece, “How to Step Into Your Season of Transformation.”  What is SO good about this piece is that you straight up outline the reasons people don’t always move forward with their dreams. They’re afraid, or they have no confidence, or they haven’t found a way to set themselves free. Can you talk a little more about that and how people can tap into their ability to transform.

ROWANA ABBENSETTS: At a certain point in life, you have to let go of worrying about what everyone else thinks and listen to your intuition. Tap into what you want. Women in particular spend too much time sacrificing our own mental health and well-being out of a sense of obligation or duty to others. We’re so preoccupied with what we should be doing that we rarely pause to ask ourselves what we really want. I always find that the more honest I am with myself, the more likely I am to manifest the changes I want to see. My suggestion is to start with deep, personal reflection. Find the tools that will help you achieve this, whether it’s journaling, meditation or prayer. Discover the best way for you to reconnect with your innermost self.


Rowana Abbensetts started Spoken Black Girl in the spring of 2015 as a personal blog about her own struggles with anxiety and depression hoping to find other women of color who could relate. Two years later, realizing that women of color lacked a centralized place to share their mental and emotional journeys, Rowana decided to turn the blog into what is now Spoken Black Girl Magazine.

Source: spokenblackgirl.com
In Politics, Social Issues Tags spoken black girl, publishing, feminism
Comment
Via Alma Rosa Rivera

Via Alma Rosa Rivera

Brown Is Boss: Poet and Zinester, Alma Rosa Rivera of Frijolera Press

July 26, 2017

"We exchanged energy and it was definitely a trade I’m grateful for."

Read More
In Art, Interviews, Lifestyle, Beauty Tags Zines, Poets, Feminism, People of Color, writer, wellness
Comment
Riccardo Melosu

Riccardo Melosu

Fibromyalgia: Three Instances Of

July 25, 2017

I think about how people usually only preach mind over matter when they don’t understand how to explain what’s going on with the matter.

Read More
In Poetry & Prose Tags Fibromyalgia, Non Fiction, Creative Prose, Chronic Pain, Chronic Illness, Jay Vera Summer
2 Comments
Hipster Mum

Hipster Mum

Being Non-Binary Doesn't Necessarily Mean You Are Androgynous

July 24, 2017

Joanna C. Valente is a human who lives in Brooklyn, New York, and is the author of Sirs & Madams (Aldrich Press, 2014), The Gods Are Dead (Deadly Chaps Press, 2015), Marys of the Sea (The Operating System, 2017), Xenos (Agape Editions, 2016) and the editor of A Shadow Map: An Anthology by Survivors of Sexual Assault (CCM, 2017). Joanna received a MFA in writing at Sarah Lawrence College, and is also the founder of Yes, Poetry, a managing editor for Luna Luna Magazine and CCM, as well as an instructor at Brooklyn Poets. Some of their writing has appeared, or is forthcoming, in Brooklyn Magazine, Prelude, Apogee, Spork, The Feminist Wire, BUST, and elsewhere. 

Read More
In Social Issues Tags gender, LGBTQIA, non-binary, genderqueer
Comment
via hystericalbooks

via hystericalbooks

Review of 'A Red Witch, Every Which Way' by Juliet Cook & j/j hastain

July 24, 2017

What happens when two energies collide as if they were falling stars against an inky sky? What happens when two cauldrons boil over and into each other? What happens when two spirits are provoked to write as though conjoined and based on intuition? A Red Witch, Every Which Way is that result of such syntheses. The binding of unwinding and winding again, it’s the stitching of words, pages, and spirits. It is a spell the universe hummed into two sets of ears, banged into a writing desk, bled into a pen. 

Read More
In Poetry & Prose Tags Jacklyn Janeksela, Juliet Cook, j/j hastain, Book Review, Chapbook, Poetry, Review, Witchy
Comment
John Fournelle

John Fournelle

Depression: Fear and Loathing in My Prefrontal Cortex

July 24, 2017

Six months later, I clawed myself again. This time I drew blood – real blood. I fought depression, and I lost. Again and again and again.

Read More
In Poetry & Prose Tags Samuel Hillestad, Story, Non Fiction, Creative Prose, Depression, Mental Health
Comment
← Newer Posts Older Posts →
feed me poetry
Featured
'dream in locusts' — poetry by Vi Ly
Vi Ly
Vi Ly
'dream in locusts' — poetry by Vi Ly
Vi Ly
Vi Ly
Read more →
Vi Ly
Vi Ly
'plastic chair, watermelon, generator exhaust, benzene' — poetry by Hana Saad
Hana Saad
Hana Saad
'plastic chair, watermelon, generator exhaust, benzene' — poetry by Hana Saad
Hana Saad
Hana Saad
Read more →
Hana Saad
Hana Saad
' I am brutally killed by daffodils' — poetry by Emily Tong
Emily Tong
Emily Tong
' I am brutally killed by daffodils' — poetry by Emily Tong
Emily Tong
Emily Tong
Read more →
Emily Tong
Emily Tong
'violet scabbing on ankle backs' — poetry by Lexi Rosen
Lexi Rosen
Lexi Rosen
'violet scabbing on ankle backs' — poetry by Lexi Rosen
Lexi Rosen
Lexi Rosen
Read more →
Lexi Rosen
Lexi Rosen
'it was something more gory' — poetry by Caroline O'Connor Thomas
Caroline O'Connor Thomas
Caroline O'Connor Thomas
'it was something more gory' — poetry by Caroline O'Connor Thomas
Caroline O'Connor Thomas
Caroline O'Connor Thomas
Read more →
Caroline O'Connor Thomas
Caroline O'Connor Thomas
'I’ll accept delight’s gloom' — poetry by Hazelyn Aroian
Hazelyn Aroian
Hazelyn Aroian
'I’ll accept delight’s gloom' — poetry by Hazelyn Aroian
Hazelyn Aroian
Hazelyn Aroian
Read more →
Hazelyn Aroian
Hazelyn Aroian
'every hour is one long suffering' — poetry by Anne Halsey
Anne Halsey
Anne Halsey
'every hour is one long suffering' — poetry by Anne Halsey
Anne Halsey
Anne Halsey
Read more →
Anne Halsey
Anne Halsey
'a terrible countenance for what nourishes' — poetry by I Echo
I Echo
I Echo
'a terrible countenance for what nourishes' — poetry by I Echo
I Echo
I Echo
Read more →
I Echo
I Echo
'I am the aftermath' — poetry by Taylor Hamann Los
Taylor Hamann Los
Taylor Hamann Los
'I am the aftermath' — poetry by Taylor Hamann Los
Taylor Hamann Los
Taylor Hamann Los
Read more →
Taylor Hamann Los
Taylor Hamann Los
'as if landscapes verdant' — poetry by Kacey Martin
Kacey Martin
Kacey Martin
'as if landscapes verdant' — poetry by Kacey Martin
Kacey Martin
Kacey Martin
Read more →
Kacey Martin
Kacey Martin
'a wasp  giving itself to the fig' — poetry by Elaina Edwards
Elaina Edwards
Elaina Edwards
'a wasp giving itself to the fig' — poetry by Elaina Edwards
Elaina Edwards
Elaina Edwards
Read more →
Elaina Edwards
Elaina Edwards
'ghosts in hair follicles' — poetry by Trish hopkinson
Trish Hopkinson
Trish Hopkinson
'ghosts in hair follicles' — poetry by Trish hopkinson
Trish Hopkinson
Trish Hopkinson
Read more →
Trish Hopkinson
Trish Hopkinson
'roses among men' — poetry by Amy Thatcher
Amy Thatcher
Amy Thatcher
'roses among men' — poetry by Amy Thatcher
Amy Thatcher
Amy Thatcher
Read more →
Amy Thatcher
Amy Thatcher

COPYRIGHT LUNA LUNA MAGAZINE 2026