Construction Literary Magazine

There's nothing I'd love to do more on the last day of #nationalpoetrymonth than sign some books and send them your way, including this gorgeous @lindsaylusby designed broadside for free. Thanks for supporting poets and poetry! docs.google.com/forms/d/1GblDW…

Today is the 35th anniversary of Chernobyl, the first of this pair of poems Luisa Muradyan and I wrote, connecting the past disaster our families lived through with our present parenting through pandemic, drastically different, but the same palpable fear of the unknown in the air

It's been a while dear readers & contributors. We're sorry if you still have an outstanding submission with us. We are working on responding to our backlog as quickly as possible. Know that we care deeply about your work & are reading it carefully. Thanks for sticking with us!

TONIGHT!!!! You don't wanna miss this magic. @Galactic_Rabbit, @nahhhlina, @volesvo, & Luisa Muradyan, hosted by @thesoviette! Register here: bit.ly/2PKbZ8R

Did I write this poem a year ago, or yesterday? Thanks to @SWWIMmiami @SandraBeasley @Neil_delaFlor @omiamifestival for making me a part of the #PoetryInBloom project. All the poems this month have been so good! Also available in gorgeous broadsides and bouquets 💐💐💐💐

And we've finally caught up with everything from 2019! Bring it on 2020, good thing you're in the past!!! Slow and steady we are getting there, or here to 2021.

Marina Tsvetaeva is one of my favorite poets and I’m thrilled to have my translations of three poems from her Girlfriend cycle included in Frank Wynne’s (@terribleman) new tome of queer writing from @hoz_books (originally pubbed in @constructionlit)

Now what was this — Iceland and a piece of wood? Who cared about that kind of — were they expensive? Were they rare? If the answer was yes, this was going to be fun. -Laton Carter constructionlitmag.com/the-arts/ficti…

I rubbed my fingers over the ruly bird’s webs to warm them, and the ice melted all shiny and dewy as the goose stared into the distance, patiently or bluely, I could not tell. -@gytrashh constructionlitmag.com/the-arts/creat…

You move so fast that, for a moment, you glitch beyond the walls, and we see the void of development. -Benjamin Murray constructionlitmag.com/the-arts/ficti…

Royal had never owned his own car and he didn’t really have any place in particular he wanted to go, but he liked to lay back and daydream about driving like anyone else. -Matt Dube constructionlitmag.com/the-arts/ficti…

to make spikes of my thighs and daggers of my hands -@annasandyelrod constructionlitmag.com/the-arts/poetr…

Each bore an eerie resemblance to me in their general appearance and manner of speaking but differed dramatically in terms of attitude and demeanor. -@WinoCarpenter constructionlitmag.com/the-arts/ficti…

Almost like before, how he knew to call it sunlight to call it a word -KG Newman constructionlitmag.com/the-arts/poetr…

Where is your sepia-edged memory? - Adina Kopinsky constructionlitmag.com/the-arts/poetr…

...[Shaun] Tan’s 2011 Academy Award for the filmic adaptation from literature of 'The Lost Thing' demonstrated that ‘urban alienation’ is a subject matter that transcends worldly boundaries. -Domenic Trimboli constructionlitmag.com/architecture/s…

Last night I dreamed of a cow watching over me as I slept, it’s large, wet eyes seeming to speak my fears of the coming day. -Peter Grandbois constructionlitmag.com/the-arts/ficti…

in metal chairs facing the cafeteria. Now a boy pounds erasers in my face - Eric Scholz constructionlitmag.com/the-arts/poetr…

It’s hard to describe how time stops. Tries again. It’s not like a broken record. It’s not like anything. -@stormsought constructionlitmag.com/the-arts/ficti…