The anniversary Intimate Anatomy issue of RIC Journal is now live.
Almost ten years of openings: inner cartographies, the body as archive and as question. Poems, images, essays, fragments, organs of a living form.
Please read and share:
https://t.co/TyjjvAGDqE
Here's a poem. It's called Victorian Necklaces.
Originally published @ricjournal but you can find it in my latest chapbook, Skins Under the Hammer --out at Bottlecap Press:
https://t.co/ogU9oomVwW
She left the room and the woman lay for a moment in silence, knowing it would soon be over. The things and the thoughts would start again. She got up and put on her tights, trousers, shoes and coat.
The Appointment by @crossmansusanna:
https://t.co/7UW7cfeytT
[…]
The CD gets stuck in a broken car stereo unable to be removed, so every time starting engine, it plays a once-popular song on repeat.
— «Scars and Stains»
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#ICYMI: I hope you all enjoy my short fiction published in RIC Journal @ricjournal, March 2026.
Link ⬇️
She left the room and the woman lay for a moment in silence, knowing it would soon be over. The things and the thoughts would start again. She got up and put on her tights, trousers, shoes and coat.
The Appointment by @crossmansusanna:
https://t.co/7UW7cfeytT
My poem titled 'Tidepoem' (first published in the @ricjournal in 2024) is in the The Yearbook of Indian Poetry in English 2024/25 (eds. @vinita65 and Sukrita; thanks are due to the esteemed jury).
[This is my third time featuring in the Yearbook, am very grateful.]
https://t.co/l878YgkPBI
[…]
It is a summer afternoon, waking from an idle slumber with night sweats and chills.
— «Midsummer Myths»
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#ICYMI: I hope you all enjoy my prose published in RIC Journal @ricjournal, August 2025.
Link ⬇️
The anniversary Intimate Anatomy issue of RIC Journal is now live.
Almost ten years of openings: inner cartographies, the body as archive and as question. Poems, images, essays, fragments, organs of a living form.
Please read and share:
https://t.co/TyjjvAGDqE
"Instead of wondering whether the injury might affect her ability to speak or to eat, she questioned her ability to kiss ever again; and not simply to kiss, but to kiss properly."
Does Every Bell Need a Clapper to Ring? / Emilia Borival
https://t.co/TKPfvHwwEJ
my carcass cloak
in advance of these joys
spent withering
like some lone rose
reaching
across the divide
of soul
Untitled : a reverie by Ulrica Hume:
https://t.co/FJAP9HSK1n
my carcass cloak
in advance of these joys
spent withering
like some lone rose
reaching
across the divide
of soul
Untitled : a reverie by Ulrica Hume:
https://t.co/FJAP9HSK1n
"Instead of wondering whether the injury might affect her ability to speak or to eat, she questioned her ability to kiss ever again; and not simply to kiss, but to kiss properly."
Does Every Bell Need a Clapper to Ring? / Emilia Borival
https://t.co/TKPfvHwwEJ
[…]
At a bustling lunchtime restaurant in downtown Shinjuku.
“I wonder when we will see each other next.”
— «Under the Blackcurrant Shrub»
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#ICYMI: I hope you all enjoy my prose published in RIC Journal @ricjournal, June 2025.
Link ⬇️
Ever since I’ve started writing, making what I consider writing, I’ve been writhing in my skin.
Literally.
Eczema and writing are indivorceable to me.
https://t.co/hx2LbY1EoY
@ricjournal
RIC Journal is going quarterly!
After nearly a decade of monthly issues, we're slowing down to go deeper : 4 issues a year, curated with care for the formally daring, the genre-refusing, the genuinely experimental.
Submissions on rolling basis:
https://t.co/prswflDydZ
RIC Journal is going quarterly!
After nearly a decade of monthly issues, we're slowing down to go deeper : 4 issues a year, curated with care for the formally daring, the genre-refusing, the genuinely experimental.
Submissions on rolling basis:
https://t.co/prswflDydZ