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Issue 3.1

Winter 2023

MC Hyland


A few years ago, someone I had loved when we were both very young took his own life. As I tried to make sense of his absence, I found myself drawn to a series of hauntings in literature. The sibylline leaves at the end of this poem come from the first scene of Mary Shelley's The Last Man, an 1826 novel that, through fiction, grieves Percy Shelley and the many other "companions of [Shelley's] youth" who died young. The novel opens with an ostensibly autobiographical account of an incident with Percy Shelley, in which Mary claims to have found the novel that follows written on leaves in the Cave of the Sibyl.

Late to the darkening room


Time is a hole touching every surface

Time is a thin film


I was ready to meet you

On the bridge time is

But strong wind blew from heaven

& my coat grew heavy


Where did the wind take you?


I can’t tell what I saw

But there was debris gummed

By dark water at the station wall

A man in a hazmat suit held a hose

Dribbling onto the platform


I went outside

I laid down on the ground

As a season changed into another season


What did you think this would do?


You could no longer feel

The sadness flooding from my hand


A future will arrive

For others but not for us

All of them

In glowing boxes


There are no longer any villages in Europe.

There’s nothing but television. (Duras)


You sleep, you wake & lace

Shoes & corset    You feed the baby

Enter a cave

Of sybilline leaves


Time slowly let out of you

air from a balloon

MC's Book Recommendations

Illuminations - Walter Benjamin

The Descent of Alette - Alice Notley

Me & Other Writing - Marguerite Duras, trans. Olivia Baes & Emma Ramadan

The Last Man - Mary Shelley

MC Hyland (she/they) is the author of THE END and Neveragainland, and the founding editor of DoubleCross Press. An Assistant Professor at Lebanon Valley College, MC lives in Lancaster, PA with her partner Jeff and a slowly growing collection of metal type and printing equipment.

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