Nightingale & Sparrow

Author: juliette

  • miss macross

    miss macross

    Creative Nonfiction Contributor

    miss macross is a Pittsburgh-based writer, witch, and painter. She is influenced by spacecraft, witchcraft, and personal experiences with trauma. Her first chapbook, MISS MACROSS VS. BATMAN, was published by CWP Collective Press.

    Works in Nightingale & Sparrow

    MOTHER EARTH CHANGES HER NAME TO SELENE

  • Robin Anna Smith

    Robin Anna Smith

    Nonfiction Contributor

    Robin Anna Smith (she/her/Mx) is an award-winning, Pushcart-nominated writer and visual artist, whose work focuses on disability, gender, trauma, and loss. Her work is published internationally, in a number of online and print journals, and she has forthcoming work in Kissing Dynamite Poetry and Modern Haiku. Her work is featured in the following anthologies: Unsealing Our Secrets, You Are Not Your Rape, We Will Not Be Silenced, and Love is Love: An Anthology for LGBTQIA Teens. Robin is the founding and chief editor for Human/Kind Journal, and a regular contributor at Eraser Marks, part of Rhythm & Bones Press’ Necropolis Blog. More at www.robinannasmith.com and Twitter (@robinannasmith).

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    Adrift

  • Thankful

    Thankful

    Elisabeth Horan

    Just let go—-

    Time to take it easy—
    Let them take you in 

    Be the candle
    Not the fire hazard 

    Take a break from spitting tacks
    Bending over fighting back 

    No one’s going to help you
    They’ll leave you writhing in the blood warm 

    Earth. Lift your heart up out your chest
    Splat it on the sidewalk. Rip the soul

     Right out of your belly wring it dry, hang
    Up for the rest to see what

    You become. Ate enough shit you say, I
    Split. Drank enough heartache, split. Let 

    Go, what’s the point. Be
    Thankful for what God didn’t do to you,  

    So take
    your lick
    s, the bit
    ch, the stam
    ps, the bott
    le, the mot
    el, the need
    le, the cita
    tion, the
    jail bir
    d, the dad
    dy, the flous
    ie, the orph
    an, the beg
    gar, the can
    cer, the stitch
    es the den
    tures the gl
    ass and make a
    bird. Wat
    ch my angel
    go, it fli
    es so soft
    ly—-

    Elisabeth Horan

  • Steve Bucher

    Steve Bucher

    Poetry Contributor

    Steve Bucher lives and writes poetry in the Virginia Piedmont. He is an active member of the Poetry Society of Virginia. His poetry appears in the Blue Heron Review, Glass: Facets of Poetry, the Journal of Inventive Literature, the California Quarterly, the Way to My Heart anthology, the deLuge Journal, Artemis, NoVa Bards, Calliope Magazine, and the Smoky Blue Literary and Arts Magazine.

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    Prayer

  • Letter from the Editor – flight

    Dear Reader,  

    Thank you so much for picking up this very first issue of Nightingale & Sparrow. This whole thing began when I messaged some friends with a sudden realisation:  I think I want to start a lit mag. In the time I’ve been a part of the literary community, I’ve seen so many lives changed by small publications like this. I know what it feels like to finally get that first acceptance . . . and to be stung by rejections. I wanted to be a part of that, to give back to this community just a little bit of what I’ve seen it provide time and again.

     So, with a bit of digging to finalise some of my favourite bird imagery and a bit of quick web design, I created Nightingale & Sparrow. And, even in my wildest dreams, I could hardly imagine the response it has already gotten. Before we’d even opened submissions, we were getting hundreds of page views a day on the N&S website. So many people shared their enthusiasm and support for this project from the very start and I could not be more grateful to each and every one.

    We received so many amazing submissions for flight and I wish I could have included many more of these wonderful pieces. But I have no doubt that this issue has some of the best work available.

    We have more than 50 amazing writers and artists in this issue, each sharing a unique glimpse into their interpretations of flight, be it literal or metaphorical. From birds and planes to daydreams and fleeing the things that scare you, these pieces ultimately moved us, as I’m sure they will you.

    At times, your heart will soar like Sarah’s flight in Kimberly Wolkens’ “A Mother’s Love” or the mysterious beauty in Amanda Crum’s “A Murmuration of Starlings.” You’ll feel Karen’s sorrow as she cares for her father in Scott Moses’ “Right Now, Long Ago” and the water surrounding you in K.B. Carle’s “Submersion.” The imagery both in the words and in the accompanying images will move you.  flight will make you feel something striking with every page.  

    So, thank you to each and every contributor and every submitter who trusted Nightingale & Sparrow to consider your work. Thank you to the friends and family who’ve helped support my fledgeling publication. And, of course, thank you to you, reader, for picking it up!  

    I truly hope you enjoy reading this issue as much as I did in compiling it and I cannot wait to do it all over again for Issue II.  

    Juliette Sebock

    Editor-in-Chief, Nightingale and Sparrow

  • Quarter Life Blues in Solitude

    Quarter Life Blues in Solitude
    (Wind, Won’t You Blow Me Away?)

    Tiffany Moton

    wind, won’t you blow me away
    from this holy mess, this rat’s nest
    bed of filth and biting guilt
    in which i lay
    under wrinkled covers stained
    in hours cried and tears dried
    bust in and bare my paper skin
    i beg you wind, blow me away
    rustle the stale air heavy
    with despair
    before it crushes me for good
    whichever way you choose to blow
    that’s where i’ll go
    mercurial breeze i’m down here
    on my knees, please
    don’t leave me behind, i’m sick
    with a disease of the mind
    that strangles my soul, enervates me
    drains me to a mere vacancy within
    a wreck of a body
    delicate to touch, caution:
    may collapse to dust if loved
    too much
    better left to croon
    the quarter life blues in solitude
    until i hear the whistle of your wings
    one day
    wind, won’t you blow me away?

    Tiffany Moton

  • New Year

    New Year

    Sarah Schaff

    it’s the birds
    migrate south

    wings eager
    like knives

    not yet old
    enough to know

    how a mother mourns
    how a mother mends

    Sarah Schaff

  • Mary Christine Delea

    Mary Christine Delea

    Poetry Contributor

    Mary Christine Delea is a poet originally from Long Island, NY who now lives in Oregon. She is a former professor of English and Creative Writing. Her most recent book is a dancing girl press chapbook entitled Did I Mention There’s Gambling and Body Parts?. She is returning to poetry after a hiatus to deal with some health issues.

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    Migration

  • Lisa Lerma Weber

    Lisa Lerma Weber

    Poetry, Creative Nonfiction and Photography Contributor

    Lisa Lerma Weber often flies away with her curiosity to a place above the clouds. Her words have been published in Barren Magazine, Bone & Ink Press, Feminine Collective, Memoir Mixtapes, Mojave Heart Review, and others. 

    @LisaLermaWeber


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    Space CadetAwakening, Wild 2, Bright eyes, Hope, FlightPhoenix

  • MOTHER EARTH CHANGES HER NAME TO SELENE

    MOTHER EARTH CHANGES HER NAME TO SELENE

    miss macross

    Today I received an email from the National Aviary. It was a follow-up to my job interview three months prior. It read something along the lines of:

    We apologize for the delayed response. We had an unexpected hiring furlough but are now ready to proceed. We would like to offer you the position of [INSERT DREAM TITLE HERE] with an immediate start date. 

    I received this email while I was at work. Now it is several hours later, and I have yet to respond. Instead, I am working on a longform investigative article with little prospect for publication. It is about the Apollo 11 and Apollo 17 lunar rock samples that then-U.S. President Richard Nixon gave as goodwill gifts to over 100 nations and states. Nixon had small Moon dust samples placed in acrylic capsules, which were then attached to wooden display stands with banal dedication inscriptions and depictions of each nation or state’s flag.

    Upon delivery of these goodwill gifts (which were distributed in the early 1970s), their fates were no longer tracked by NASA or any other U.S. entity. Many recipients thought of them as little more than a novelty item – if humanity had reached the Moon before, then we’d surely reach it again. The dust was essentially worthless. But the last manned Moon landing was on 1972, and the gifts are now worth millions of dollars.

    Dozens of these gifts have disappeared in the decades since the last Moon landing. Some have been found; in the strange cases of Colorado, Missouri, and Nebraska, they were later found in the homes of former state governors. In Alaska, the Apollo 11 sample was taken by a teenager from the ashes of a fire that destroyed the Alaska Transportation Museum in 1973.  

    Other samples were lost during political strife, like the Apollo 17 sample given to Cyprus around the time of their 1974 coup d’état. The Apollo 11 sample given to Spain disappeared following the death of General Francisco Franco. The Apollo 17 sample given to Romania disappeared in the years after former President Nicolae Ceaușescu’s execution by firing squad. Rumors of the fates of these gifts range from their destruction to their sale on the black market.

    Some of the goodwill gifts were blatantly stolen and have yet to be found. These include Sweden’s Apollo 11 sample, stolen from a museum in 2002, and Malta’s Apollo 17 sample, stolen in 2004. These thefts have largely baffled both scientists and law enforcement officers, as without proper documentation these samples are totally unverifiable and completely worthless. And yet, years have passed without a single lead in almost every lunar sample theft case known in the world. 

    I’m not sure why this topic caught my eye, but I fell down the rabbit hole of missing space rocks while researching lost works of art and media. As it turns out, there are lots of things missing in this world. Some are movies made on flammable film, or censured books. In the case of the Amber Room, an entire Wonder of the World can go missing. Lots of people go missing every day – some through foul play, while others simply decide to walk away from their lives and into oblivion. While writing this, I am thinking about the latter option. How viable is it to disappear oneself today, in a world of ubiquitous technology and obnoxious-but-supposedly necessary legal identification requirements? If specks of dust worth more than I’ll ever earn in my lifetime can disappear, then I should be able to, too, right?

    After I came home from work, I re-read the email. The job offer has rattled in my heart and brain all day. I am happy at my current job, but I am also not happy. The pros and cons of each position are seemingly equal. If I were to quit my job tomorrow, would I be able to provide an honest reason, one that will let me sleep at night? I am the only one at my current job with my particular skillset. I suddenly feel an increased sense of worth, but I don’t see somewhere to cash out. Honestly, I don’t think that either are the best choice. Maybe I’ll never respond to that email. Maybe I won’t go into work tomorrow. I choose to spend my evening finishing another beer and researching missing pieces of humanity’s history.

    miss macross