Widow’s Rock- Allie Nelson

The waters are like a widow’s hair, black and lustrous

with lost foam of tears salted to rime, the ocean weeps

for her husband sky, now blackened with the rot of

night, for it is only when his sun is a coin in the sky

that mourning waters light with warmth, each day

the seas cry for sky’s death, and hang the moon up

as a gravestone resplendent for his yellow eye.


Allie is a rather bubbly blonde that currently attends grad school for science communication, has a rather useless degree in biology, and works in the environmental field. She can usually be found hugging trees, eating green curry with tofu, or exploring the wilds of D.C.. Allie is an avid poet, aspiring author, meme queen, speculative fiction enthusiast, and alien centaur aficionado. She also has about 600 lipsticks.

You can find her at Dances With Tricksters

völvur – samantha lucero

woman, do you not
long to meet the wet-nurse of the wild
weeping by the flaring mouth
of the yonder tilting,
open-coat of a seething, heaving sea
& hear her salt a muffled meow,
wrought into hard obsidian woe
& thus i spy her music screaming even now
morose & just for thee

man, do you not
long to meet the red devil-woman
sick with sin, the whore of babylon
in feathery bed, writhing in the keyhole
of every fragment of your hive
& open-mouthed, moon-eyed
imploring, welcome-palmed
to receive you as your mother did
in perfect howl & flood

i will encircle you 9 times like the styx,
& where i walk there will be blood.


[Samantha Lucero is the jack-o-lantern at sixredseeds. IMAGE CREDIT: Not Sam, but rather Sam’s lovely friend Kassandra (devil_woman6 on instagram.]