Poetry Submissions Opening Soon!
We’re setting the table to feast on your work! Poetry submissions will reopen on All Saints’ Day, Friday, November 1st. Watch this space this week for an update on our […]
Tag Archives: Poetry
Three Poems by Lauren Bender
It’s habit to lift my head / at the sound of certain voices, / women who walk by like farmers / with toughened arms, ready
to find anything slightly off / and set it right.
Five Poems by Carl Boon
At Seventeen At seventeen, you wore a purple gown and danced alone to Tony Martin’s “There’s No Tomorrow.” You were too old for the boys, too young for the men, […]
Call for Submissions: Yellow Arrow Publishing
Yellow Arrow Journal is now accepting submissions for its summer edition. The theme this time around is “Courage.” We gratefully accept creative nonfiction and poetry by writers who identify as […]
Poetry: Four Poems by Nancy Allen
The A.T. has its dangers: bears, crazy armed
loners, frostbite, but this carnival ride
tops the list.
Four poems by Surabhi Balachander
Always the possibility. Once upon a time we were lost on an island, halfway across the Bay Bridge. She wore the same clothes for two or three days, without washing […]
Three Poems by Ben Gunsberg
Vernice Bianca Luthiers say you can’t replicate a 16th century Stradivarius. Maple back and willow blocks varnished with honey, egg white, gum arabic. All but done, Stradivari brushed this vernice […]
Grand Vision: An Interview with Diane Ackerman, by Ashlie Kauffman
So much of our experience falls between the seams of language, simply because language is human-made, but our emotions aren’t.
Review: Joseph by Dena Rash Guzman (reviewed by Daniel Casey)
Joseph by Dena Rash Guzman Hologram Press (2017) 112 Pages ISBN: 9780998456713 It wouldn’t be contentious to say the political poem has changed dramatically this century. While there is still the […]
Four poems by W. Luther Jett
REQUIEM Somewhere in summer we lost our virginity. Was it under the yellow streetlamp, where the moths beat their blind wings? Or behind the door in the sound-wall running […]
