Poetry: Molly Bendall

Spectacle His rumble, the way he tears at the carrion, then leaves a hive for listening. Tusks bang and glimmer in the sunlight.  Can’t stoop to interpretation. I press my mascaraed face to the fence and see my relation— he’s mangey,…

Poets, Presses & Periodicals: Noctuary Press

A regular feature of OmniVerse, Poets, Presses & Periodicals is a conversation with the publisher of a small press or periodical, a poet they have chosen to highlight, and one of our OmniVerse staff writers. In this installment a poem…