After a long period of inactivity and the most active individual involved in this project silently leaving, it feels right to say goodbye and thank you. Thank you to all those who shared and contributed to this project. Thank you and goodbye! This project was born from a desire for raw poetry, uncivilised writing and [...]
The Body, Biopolitics and Covid, The Night Forest Journal Issue 4 – Call For Howls
A howl erupts from the body, out into the world. From the flesh of the animal howling, its musicality rides the air, unseen but undeniably there. A cough or a sneeze releases tiny particles of a disease named Covid-19 from the body, a presence that can ride upon the air and infect those who cannot [...]
Animal by Phen Weston
Animal place dreams in singularity Animal dance and plague reality Featured drops where animal close The gates, open the lamentation, In my brooding blood. Animal is animal. Strange, cannibalisation often, but Animal control obligation. Where Are you heading? Animal feel. Animal dream, love, miss. Kiss Prisms with prison like cause, Animal crave you and Moments [...]
Night Forest Journal Issue 3
The world has been a strange place since the release of the second issue of our journal. This strange quality has permeated near all aspects of civilisation, in more ways than we could articulate here. In a very long book, the philosopher Schopenhauer described poetry as being greater than history, as history can only account [...]
A CALL TO HOWL…
“He was mastered by the sheer surging of life, the tidal wave of being, the perfect joy of each separate muscle, joint, and sinew in that it was everything that was not death, that it was aglow and rampant, expressing itself in movement, flying exultantly under the stars.” ― Jack London, The Call of the [...]
Update on the Second Issue of NFJ
While we have been quiet, there has been movement in the forest. We have finished accepting submissions for the 2nd issue of the journal and will be returning to accepting submissions for the blog. On the 2nd of February, to celebrate the 7,542nd birthday of the Taoist-cosmicist bearded dragon poet Phen Weston – who continually [...]
Untitled by Gypsy Marie
Are you a coward, or are you just mean? I've seen your heart, you cannot fool me, that calm serene beats the heart of a warrior; his words are not lies, just a game, while he wanders. My third eye spies the thunder in your eyes, and they seek release through the earth or the [...]
Detonate by Flower Bomb
Does your heart skip a beat to the rhythm of a splitting sky? Or when bent staples decorate the crowns of still-born kings and queens? Curiosity dances upon our satisfaction like nails on a chalk board as our imagination holds precious time hostage. The hands of a clock are bound with the razor wire of [...]
Untitled by Gypsy Marie
There is a shiny part of my soul that seeks to be in union with the forest, and when I am in the forest, I open my eyes and realize that I am the trees and the breeze and the ease with which the earth rotates. I am apart of the soul that is whole, [...]
Quagmire by Brendon Crook
Whilst civilization claws the edge of its pit, In a wild scramble to save its deranged plunder, It sinks slowly into the quagmire of its own treachery, Mutating to ever more grotesque spectres of depravity. The few horrified children, Born of old hearts, Hide in the shadows from the Babylonian wastes, And quake at the [...]
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