issue #1

musical golden shovels

April 2026 · 27 poems

editor's note

a fellow poet and friend of mine once told me that when he sits down to write, sonnets are often where he ends up: the form is so familiar to him that it becomes the fallback vehicle for his expression; it’s so ingrained that it holds whatever he brings to it.

golden shovels are like that for me.

i came to writing through music and music through writing. i have degrees in both, which maybe sounds like indecision, but it’s always felt like the same impulse at different frequencies. and lyrics have shaped my own writing in ways i’m still tracing. a line from a song surfaces in the middle of a poem like something remembered. a bridge becomes a volta. a chorus becomes a refrain. some songs hit so hard they become the feeling itself. so marrying the two for a first issue felt not just right, but necessary.

the submissions i received were both familiar and surprising. what’s here isn’t one kind of golden shovel. some are faithful to the form, with the source lyric threading through, each end word carrying its original weight. others push against it: mixing lyrics with album titles and song titles, even moving between sources mid-poem. others yet break the structure on purpose, the deviation itself becoming the meaning. and the final piece is something else entirely — meta in the truest sense, written about music and rooted in the text that gave the form its name.

what surprised me, editing this, was how much the poems were in conversation — not just with their source material, but with each other, to the point where putting this together felt like making a playlist. sure, it’s not a mix i would have normally made on my own, but when i look at all of them together, i can’t help but think that i’m glad these poems found each other.

— natalye childress, editor-in-chief

april 2026

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in this issue

Sometimes (Backwood) by Megan Bresnahan laughing like i’ll be seventeen forever We Were Sparkling by Mia Noelle Medina as golden & pure as sparrows in the night Your Own Private Idaho by Erica Reid the joy it brings is a faintly flapping thing At 5 AM, New York Smells Like the Day Before by Kathleen Latham you were up so late, the sky turned golden Maps by Zachary Lorico Hertz my hands are always giving me away over dinner by Flossie Hedges and from that rest came a garden Metamorphosis at Dawn by Karina Longo you pluck me like a wild rose shrinkage by nat raum it is brave to trust promises When Doves Cry by Johannah Simon our misguided affair, it can be love Situation: Disillusion by Shawn Scott Smith it all starts to feel empty GHOSTMEAT / WHEN I'M IN WITNESS WHEREOF by tommy wyatt blake the whole of me is just a pair of eyes cocoa hooves by nat raum why don’t beasts follow my lead? Soaring Through the Shadows by Alex Carrigan once we reach the clearing, we can listen Lost Things by Brittany Redd my mind is filling up with ghosts I'M IN SPATIAL PURGATORY / I SAW A GHOUL LAST DUSK by tommy wyatt blake and i'm always asleep, dreamstuck Blue Blood by Toni Juliette Leonetti there’s never enough proof for some moon delivery by Flossie Hedges there is no break just bones Vestige by Samantha Lucia i’m branded with a scar so deep UNSEQUENTIAL by tommy wyatt blake i look for empty spaces, just knowing they feel hollow San Francisco General, Six PM by Kathleen Latham slumped in these plastic chairs Golden Shovel for Medical Transition by C.M. Green now i place phone calls and whisper truth breaking loose by nat raum there was something in the shape, in the weight scene kid golden shovel by Romy Rhoads Ewing to be little again, so small in the scheme of you After Magnolia by M.E. Walker you suck the palebright petal dark Transformed Stone by D.W. Baker heart a land mass Hit My Head All Day by Nora Rawn we wanted to plumb the secret mysteries of the universe Golden Chords, Golden Shovel by Cynthia Gallaher a sin of omission that boosted us to the fests