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Monsters Not Yet Imagined in the Age of Witches

Poet: Jude Marr

imagine a skull, sliced

from brow to occipital bun: a head once full

of knowing, now scraped

clean: imagine


chill air against an exposed septum

smells like fear: bare

bones of the middle ear—hammer anvil stirrup—still

vibrate to hooves on frost-hard sod

after centuries of silence: imagine


a mandible jutting upward

as the rope tightens: bone burning

as flesh: breath’s a memory of lung-

lessness: imagine


being free: scraped and sanded: no

random thoughts adhere: no

ice pick ideas or sticky-note

remembrances: imagine


a crownless skull, aged

and cracked: museum numbers inked on brown-stained

bone: a catalogue as eulogy: curators who value

only what remains. Imagine.

Jude Marr is a Pushcart-nominated nonbinary poet. Jude’s first full-length collection, We Know Each Other By Our Wounds, came out from Animal Heart Press in 2020 and they also have a chapbook, Breakfast for the Birds, from Finishing Line Press in 2017. Their work has also appeared in many journals. A native Scot, Jude recently returned to live in the UK after 10 years of teaching, writing, and learning in the US.