
Friends,
In the autumn, we left our lantern on the front step. It was an invitation, and the moths slowly gathered in the light. One by one, you brought offerings: a palm full of water, a bite mark, a partially grated carrot, an old angel’s clothes. We gathered these alms and assembled an altar. Something we can gather around, something we can examine together.
It is an honor to present the first issue of Pink Moth. We are proud of what we created, of the small corner of the internet we’ve carved out. Already, it is full of gifts, blessings, spells and charms.
With your help, we created a record of the autumn of 2022. The pieces in this issue grasp the beat we were all dancing to in the final months of the year. We invite you to join us in the lamplight and dwell in those vibrations.
We give special thanks to Sarah Letscher for designing this issue’s cover, and Peter Breen VanKoughnett for constructing our website.
Warmly,
The Pink Moth Editors
tomorrow we will decide
tomorrow we will decide to get out of bed and return to our bodies, to admit...
Fairy Homes
400 ISO Film Photograph
What’s Your Plan?
What are you going to do with your life? We questioned the newborn rabbits in...
Penelope at Daybreak
Morning came again today, and again I must rise. I must wear my garment. I...
Untitled
Digital Drawing
The Joy Faerie
When I woke up this morning, I couldn’t find my joy anywhere. There was an...
love from your back pocket
my desk is littered with dead leaves and flower petals. things i cannot throw...
Carrot Grater
Digital photograph
Maraschino
You taste like maraschino cherries Soaked in a bright red womb Lips smack...
My Review of The French Dispatch
On our first date, Marc-Anthony takes me to see the newest Wes Anderson movie....
The Farewell
Let me be small One small speck on an eternal blue vastness To sink within...
A Woman, Percieved
Digital illustration
a girl
a girl is a caterpillar a prelude wrapped in a delicate green cocoon the...
Night Bird
This could be the middle of your life or the middle-month of summer a shape...
The Big Man
Digital illustration
Scorpio Sonnet
I will begin my singing at vespers1 With pen pressed to paper till it burst...
The Curtain
Every day at 3:47 pm, the ghost boy emerges from the shadowy hall and runs...
Eyes
Digital illustration
Scurria the Softfoot
Mixed fabrics and materials
death and departure at imam khomeini airport
tomorrow will be january in seven days it will be two years. I step onto the...
driving to school in a hurry
peanut butter toast tastes the same as it used to i wish i was singing along...
HOW TO COPE WITH ABUNDANCE
Or A letter to myself on my 39th birthday Gather all the bowls—you’re going to...
Yellowstone
400 ISO Film Photograph
Gray Trees
All the gray trees Dead Deer- Road Kill. Pop a Hyat in the middle! All the...
The Audacity
The way a lad Sarah shifted Pointed at her during Mr. Brightside On the...
Olive
When I was in highschool I had my first and only girlfriend. She shared her...
Splotchy
Digital illustration
The Cricket & The Girl
It was a pesky August morning. Celeste’s mother sat at the dining table...
presa de recuerdos / dam of memories
presa de recuerdos Soy, el que se fue pero no logró irse, la duda que no...
In Memorium
35 mm film photograph
severence
today, i cut your hair again, i grazed my hands through your mop enveloped my...
Chicken with Fennel and Paprika
Digital photograph
Pinned Butterflies
I.I am a butterfly pinned by a single sentenceSpoken from the driver’s seat of...
I’m only a woman when the lights are off
In the dark, Where sinners and hedonists go to play, That’s where I find my...
manacle
I. Starvation Cold metal clasps pinch the skin on my wrist A mechanism...
Finnish Blueberry Forest
400 ISO Film Photograph
Clubbing in the Birch Grove
The birch grove unsettles me Walking through the breast of a chickadee Buried...
la luna vampira
she speaks. her voicelike water drippingthrough the cracksof my hands. she...
Nadine, Nadine
You spent Sunday like Christ Licking wounds and tears Falling limbs of an...
Bite Mark
Digital illustration
Touch
Frame by frame, Lenses heed my desire. May phantom touch fill my lungs And my...
after a weekend of us
it is time for you to go home. you kiss me by the buses. the caress of your...
Desiderio
Digital illustration