Cover Reveal & Carmen Submissions

Sarah is interested in queer ecologies, re-enchantment as resistance, and our entanglements with the more-than-human world. She loves writing that is rooted in landscape, mingles the scientific and the sensual, and/or explores collaborative, hybrid and genre-fluid forms.

Hello dear fellow nuisances,

I can now reveal the cover and title of Sarah Royston’s prose chapbook, publishing with us in September 2024: Fernseed, A Collection of Tales, is full of queer ecologies, lush language, and magical interractions with the non-human world.

Furthermore, Sarah is guest editing issue 9.0 and 9.5 of Carmen et Error, our quarterly micro-journal, which opens for submissions May 1st!

Sarah is interested in queer ecologies, re-enchantment as resistance, and our entanglements with the more-than-human world. She loves writing that is rooted in landscape, mingles the scientific and the sensual, and/or explores collaborative, hybrid and genre-fluid forms.

Sarah Royston’s own writing draws inspiration from queer ecologies, plant-lore and the landscapes of southern England. Her work is published in Dark Mountain, The Rumpus and Crow & Cross Keys, among others. She lives in Hertfordshire and works at Anglia Ruskin University.

And finally, while I’m here, I’d like to share something from one of our spring pamphlets, Ganotta: A Tale of Three Thimbles by Nina Murray. Gannota is a book about thimbles, and the magic of women. Dense and folkloric, Gannota is a delicious sort of witchcraft.

#Larysanow

early on winter Sundays
this is what the chimney lays:
a feather, a spasmic yawn of the wind,
a date of birth singed
on a scalloped scrap of a letter,
cold pinches of ash that run like water,
fingerfuls, thumbprints.
this is what the laundry basket holds:
the brine of horseback thrill,
the dry skin of noons,
garden worms, strange appetites,
cratered, like moonscapes, caps of white mushrooms, the skeletal indictment of dying mint.

this is how things come apart,
waves from the future
fail to cancel their counterparts
released from the past,
scrambling horoscopes and Tarot readings.

so when a telos finds a destination
it is an anchorage — slow,
snow flakes waltz on the windshield, throw toe-loops on their diamond skates.