Thursday, June 25, 2009
Aries - poetry acceptance
More good news this week! Aries: A Journal of Creative Expression has accepted my poem Foreigner for publication in their 2009 print edition. The poem was written about my time in Greece, though it could be anywhere, about the fears and odd pleasures of anonimity. Please check out their website at www.department.txwes.edu/aries/Aries.htm.
Literary Bohemian in August
Literary Bohemian, an online journal of adventurers, wanderers, and seekers of experiences and peoples, has accepted my poem Icelandic Horses for their August 2009 issue. Check them out at www.literarybohemian.com.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
...Keep Driving...
I've always rather liked this poem, Keep Driving, and am excited that after quite a bit of effort since its conception last summer it has finally found a home. Concho River Review, a 22-year-old print journal from Angelo State University in Texas, will be publishing it in its Spring 2010 issue. Concho River's website is www.angelo.edu/dept/english/conchoriverreview.html.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Arlington Literary Journal Issue 27 out!
Issue 27 of ArLiJo is out, available at www.arlijo.com. Three poems had previously been accepted here. I've included one below, a poem from Iceland's endless sagging-roofed empty fisheries. Please check out the other two, The Day Before and From Under a Sari, on the website!
Distant Vacation
Of all industry- the gutted refinery, sagging like a body
unused, that still cries from the ceiling
last month’s rain.
Step outside, into winter, and the Northern
Lights spume alien green, distend, pressed
between the two glass slides-
endless night and its soil. Why the distance
of words like alien? What is being enlarged,
investigated, the illnesses in our blood.
White cells, too low. Something
of the unknowable elicits a promise
that it resides in us too, that foreign
tricks of light are our tongues,
that a fishery rotted still stands
because someone someday will replaster the ceiling.
It is too dark to recognize as more than shadow
the unpenned horses and mangy wads of sheep above.
But something must exist to cast them
forty feet long down the white hill.
The pigeons cling desperately to the village steeple.
The unmanned ships in the harbor still prowl for fish.
Distant Vacation
Of all industry- the gutted refinery, sagging like a body
unused, that still cries from the ceiling
last month’s rain.
Step outside, into winter, and the Northern
Lights spume alien green, distend, pressed
between the two glass slides-
endless night and its soil. Why the distance
of words like alien? What is being enlarged,
investigated, the illnesses in our blood.
White cells, too low. Something
of the unknowable elicits a promise
that it resides in us too, that foreign
tricks of light are our tongues,
that a fishery rotted still stands
because someone someday will replaster the ceiling.
It is too dark to recognize as more than shadow
the unpenned horses and mangy wads of sheep above.
But something must exist to cast them
forty feet long down the white hill.
The pigeons cling desperately to the village steeple.
The unmanned ships in the harbor still prowl for fish.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
White Whale Issue 1.2 Out!
Please check out www.whitewhalereview.com for the long-awaited Issue 1.2, which contains three of poems alongside work I admire, especially for such a young magazine.
Friday, June 5, 2009
Flowers in September...
My poem Flowers, written about the gypsy women and children who swarm markets and outdoor cafes in central Europe with their sad stories selling flowers to tourists, has just been accepted for September 2009 publication in The Shine Journal, an online publication seeped in natural spirituality and beauty. Check it out then at http://theshinejournal.com!!
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