&. the graveyard

( I ) the telephone pole in the woods | NoSleep Podcast     a horror short story( II ) mo(u)rning song | Hands / Maps / Home Anthology for Free Verse Revolution     a grief poem( III ) a letter lost | Moss Puppy Mag     a poem( IV ) in which i walk into the woods and briefly consider my return | Free Verse Revolution     a poem( V ) mo(u)rning song | Free Verse Revolution     a grief poem( VI ) a botched exorcism and a failed home invasion | Maudlin House     a satirical horror short story( VII ) in which i walk into the woods and do not return | Wyrd & Wyse     a poem (journal is permanently closed)( VIII ) girl. arm full of stars. | Thimble Lit Mag     a speculative prose( IX ) after the yellow wallpaper | Coffin Bell Journal     a gothic horror short story (journal is permanently closed)( X ) this is the end, beautiful friend. | Cephalopress     a shape poem( XI ) the forest is hungry too | Cotton Xenomorph     a midwestern gothic short story( XII ) the things we inherited from our mothers were bone bright and brassy | Osmosis Press     a three-part poem( XIII ) after the flood | Beyond the Veil for Ghost Orchid Press     a queer supernatural love story( XIV ) the poet at the end of the world, in which the end of the world takes the poet | Lammergeier     a poem (journal is permanently closed)( XV ) sun, to stand still | Eternal Haunted Summer     a folklore short story( XVI ) woman, but as a love letter to myself & my lover both | Southchild Lit Mag     a queer love poem( XVII ) how to become a god: a manual from the old and battle-weary to the young and eager, who have not yet seen death, or, who have seen death and are unwilling to quit | Ice Lolly Review     a poem( XVIII ) life as a religious allegory | Interstellar     a poem( XIX ) prayer, face-down on the fake hardwood in the dark, 4:15 am. | Stone of Madness Press     a shape poem( XX ) before the tides turn | Stone of Madness Press     a micro prose( XXI ) Tolkien And Tarot: How Frodo Undertakes The Fool’s Journey In LOTR | Mookychick     an essay( XXII ) to Pamela Turner and her unborn child | Caldera a poem (journal is permanently closed)( XXIII ) the forest that feeds | Mookychick     a gothic short story( XXIV ) the plum poem | The Daily Drunk     a satirical short story (journal is permanently closed)( XXV ) garden fire | Confessionalist Zine     a stream of consciousness prose( XXVI ) Catherine Howard covers her black eyes in white lead | Persephone's Daughters     a poem (journal is permanently closed)( XXVII ) "eulogy", "opportunity", "the renewable vow" | Global Pandemic for Cold Coffee Gallery     mixed media and ink art poetry prints (gallery is permanently closed)( XXVIII ) anatomy of a burning thing | Blanket Sea     a stream of consciousness prose( XXIX ) creating life | Persephone's Daughters     a series of photographs (journal is permanently closed)( XXX ) girls | Persephone's Daughters     a mixed media art piece (journal is permanently closed)

to rule the desert    a queer desert gothic novella that reimagines the tale of orpheus & eurydice through a sapphic regional gothic lens

peeling the yellow wallpaper    an experimental chapbook of poetry, prose, and art inspired by the "The Yellow Wallpaper" by Charlotte Perkins Gilman

EARTH IS FULL; GO BACK HOME    a cosmic undertaking, a story of angels, a poetic collection of religion and whimsy

beyond the veil    a queer supernatural love story headquartered in a queer supernatural love anthology from Ghost Orchid Press

bury me in iron and ivy    a liminal midwestern gothic, relayed in pieces, through hybrid poetry and prose. a limited run from Sword & Kettle Press

Exit Wounds    a compilation of original poetry, photography, and art depicting the pain upon entry and exit, and everything in between

...and a brief introduction.

jude rion gardner is many things, including but not limited to: a (typewriter) poet, an author, a photographer, an explorer, a reader, an archivist, an artist, a musician, & a product of decay. rooted is a project of necessity and survival. it has very little direction, but promises to embrace all of the weird and wild elements of a long-forgotten mythology, buried deep. nothing that you find here will be ordinary. will you wander with us?