Luna Luna is a literary journal devoted to lush poetics, fever dreams, & the dark ecstatic. We publish 13 poets per month, along with poetry book reviews.
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’ve got new work up in @LunaLunaMag’s issue!!
So grateful to be a part of something so dark and beautiful!
Check it out!
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We asked you guys what lit mags the cool kids are flocking to this season, and this is what you said 💌
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#writing
what a brilliant start to 2026! two of my poems, "nightshade" and "portrait of christine de pizan in the queen's manuscript" are now published in @LunaLunaMag ❤️🔥
please do give them a read! https://t.co/psEQMxyQGV
So excited to have two prose poems appearing in the BEAUTIFUL @LunaLunaMag today, including the block-like sonnet below. You can read them both, as well as peruse the whole issue, here: https://t.co/zFqwkpgkrY
A huge thanks to @lisamariebasile for giving these fellas a home!
Couldn't be more delighted to share these two pieces published today at @LunaLunaMag - Do go take a look. Value is one of my favourites to date and I'm so glad it found the perfect home 🏡 ❤️ https://t.co/CUxmbMPJmx
when georges bataille wrote, “no greater desire exists than a wounded person’s need for another wound” & when gillian flynn wrote, “a child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort” & when ocean vuong wrote, “sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof that you’ve been ruined” & when lisa m. basile wrote, “did you inherit a sickness? did you blame god? do you believe in god? do you believe in yourself? are you still on fire? did you ever put out the fire?” & when stephen a. guirgis wrote, “why didn't you make me good enough so that you could’ve loved me?”
another mind-fuck myth:
mind and body cannot be separated
beyond the starving girl
the heron stands on one leg
waiting for some thing
or other
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Disappear
Into the honeysuckle’s undying
And reappear along the stream
To the river and delta.
Then let’s call it a map
Of the blue trail.
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