Thank you so much, Rust & Moth, for publishing my new poem “The Smudge.” I’m truly grateful to see it included in the Summer 2026 issue.
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The mirror doesn’t wait. It gathers whatever the morning leaves behind— a stripe of sun sliding across its edge, dust lifting like tiny lanterns before drifting back down. A sleeve passes, and the gla...
The mirror doesn’t wait. It gathers whatever the morning leaves behind— a stripe of sun sliding across its edge, dust lifting like tiny lanterns before drifting back down. A sleeve passes, and the...
