The Hemlock Journal

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  • ‘The Aftertaste of Us’ by Aditi Dasgupta

    Me: When you left, I slowly watched the emptying toothpaste tube in my room,The door never opened again on moonlit nightsI was addicted to the thrill of momentary highs like…

  • ‘Space Race’ by Thomas Piekarski

    Engaged in a mad race against time peopleCreate gods that ebb and retract like tides,Feel a need to give every thing some nameAttempting to assign intelligible meanings. The streets hide…

  • ‘Live Better’ by Isaiah Janisch

    Cracked concretewastelandlittered with sand, gravel, andthe driest salt. Remnants of human pastwithinthe brown, dead grass.Owners gone, but they remain. Cups and bags blown by wind.Hats and gloves out cold.Sunglasses cracked.…

  • Call for Submissions – Issue 7 (Spring 2025)

    Call for Submissions: Issue 7 (Spring Issue 2025 )–The Hemlock Journal The Hemlock Journal is excited to announce that we are now accepting submissions for our Winter 2024 issue! We…

  • ‘Unlit Things Known to Fire’ by Jacob Fortino

    I was given a cigar sometime ago and I’ve been meaning to light itLacking a cutter I keep saying I’m going to buy oneAn old cowboy zippo is also close…

  • WINTER ISSUE 2024

    After a long wait, we are excited to present the thrilling and chilling Winter Issue 2024. The Hemlock Journal wishes you a great year ahead. Front Cover Back Cover Table…

  • ‘beneath the gaze of a dirty god’ by M F Drummy

    in the suburban fields of my archetypal childhoodthere arose strange shudders of unintended violencewithin my breast brought on by the rhubarb beatingi withstood one afternoon on the way home from…

  • Call for Submissions for Winter Issue 2024

    Call for Submissions: Winter Issue 2024 – The Hemlock Journal The Hemlock Journal is excited to announce that we are now accepting submissions for our Winter 2024 issue! We invite…

  • Bridge at Arles (Pont de Langlois) by Sher Schwartz

                      —after Vincent van Gogh’s                        oil on canvas (1888) Ripples created by seven washerwomenspeak in sudsy rhythm—the canal, drawbridge, its double-beam construction—             These are my haunts since            I left Paris…

  • ‘City Life and Soul’ by Saheli Dey

    In the dance of countless boats, I’ve tried out my fate,Alone, head held high, chasing sun’s warm embrace. False pride echoed in footsteps, a weary song,A firefly with the prettiest…