Below is a poem from Gregory Leadbetter’s new collection The Infernal Garden, recently published by Nine Arches Press. Comet C/2023 A3 The watchers called, all world wide, for whathad not been seen since human firesburned so low they let the nightetch the mind with all its stars. I heard, and wanted that cold touch.I saw…

        A March Nest   A tilt of the light and I wake with a twig in my mouth, building between the shoots and reeds I’d laid in the quick of instinct, at work between the light. Last night I met my mate, who laid her shape to mine and gave my breath…