Am anatomy 
Was the bleating thing.

AM MOOR - - - LUCIE BROCK-BROIDO​

          The first thing we do in this world is cry.
         (Okay... one of the first, but, like, roll with it.)
         The vagitus  – or, bleat – precedes language (perhaps, even cogent thought) as our means of interacting with the world. It is our first way of saying I am overwhelmed with a need greater than myself.
         As we age, we master other forms of expression:  more efficient ways of communicating our need. Ways we can maneuver in public, that won't ruin our mascara. Until, of course, we run up against something that is, again, too much. 
        At Bleating Thing, we believe that poetry & art thrive in the places where nothing else makes sense. We want your lyric synapse misfires & sonorous surgical scars. We want your dispatches from the sinking sand; the tar pit; the thicket. We want what leaks when you encounter a bliss too incredible to hold. We want whatever makes you cry like an animal.
        We want to be found – & held – ​ in the marrow of it all.​

Who
​are we?

We are a magazine of poetry, essays, hybrid, and artwork publishing twice a year (in the Spring & Fall). All issues available online, in-full.

Some
​examples

OF POETS, WE LOVE Lucie Brock-Broido (obviously), Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib, Ishion Hutchinson, Dilruba Ahmed, Eugenia Leigh, etc. 

OF ESSAYS, WE LOVE Maggie Nelson, Cheryl Strayed's Dear Sugar column, Rosebud Ben Oni's You Mean More to Me Than Any Scientific Truth, Vi Khi Nao's When You Let Your Hair Down Christine, etc.​

OF HYBRID, WE LOVE Shannon Clem's dis/engaged, Kelsi Long's My Lover Is a Sandwich I Can Eat In Seven Bites, Jess Nieberg's To My Brother, the work of A Soft Wrongness, etc.

OF VISUAL ART, WE LOVE ​Francesca Woodman, Rimel Neffati, Kris Kuksi, Odilon Redon, etc.