Looking for a few good poets | Let’s Talk About

ATTENTION:

Poets, who would like to be a part of a discussion about this election for the podcast. This will work best if your poetry as some sort of political lean. If you know someone who would be perfect, send them my way. We’ve got some work to do and some interesting conversations to hold.

Contact me via email: thereveriejournal@gmail.com Subject: poet project

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Hunger Mountain| Publishing Opportunity

We at The Reverie Journal are trying to create a community where we help each other. Each week, we give you a prompt for writing, we try to highlight one of you (if you’d like to be in the spotlight on Wednesday learn more here) and on Thursdays we post a publishing opportunity. Of course, we’d like for you to publish with us, but as poets we realize that publishing can be a tough part of this journey. We try to help with the burden.

In this week’s publishing opportunity we have Hunger Mountain, which is out of the Vermont College of Fine Arts. They accept  high quality work from unknown, emerging or successful poets. No genre fiction, drama, or academic articles.

Our mission is to cultivate engagement with and conversation about the arts by publishing high-quality, innovative literary and visual art by both established and emerging artists, and by offering opportunities for interactivity and discourse.

Submit using online submission manager.

Managing Editor: Samantha Kolber

Email: hungerman@vcfa.edu

Please go to their website for more information.

When I Was – Poetry Prompt

Sometimes a piece of music touches us and inspires us in amazing ways, and while sometimes we let you find your own music to inspire you, today I have chosen a piece for you.

Lukas Graham’s song, 7 Years, travels through one man’s life and through an unknown future. I love the way he marks the passage of time with certain ages and specific things that were said to him at that age:

Once I was eleven years old my daddy told me
Go get yourself a wife or you’ll be lonely
Once I was eleven years old

I will post the lyrics and video below for those that haven’t heard the song yet. I want you to let this inspire you. Think to a specific age, to your thoughts and hopes and aspirations as that age, to the advice given you then. Write about it.

Remember you have until Friday to submit your entry by either leaving it in the comment section below or linking back to this post. All entries will be considered for the second edition of the anthology.

Anthology submissions are open. Please submit here.

Write for Us submissions are also open. You can submit here for that.

7 Years by Lukas Graham

Once I was seven years old my momma told me
Go make yourself some friends or you’ll be lonely
Once I was seven years old

It was a big big world, but we thought we were bigger
Pushing each other to the limits, we were learning quicker
By eleven smoking herb and drinking burning liquor
Never rich so we were out to make that steady figure

Once I was eleven years old my daddy told me
Go get yourself a wife or you’ll be lonely
Once I was eleven years old

I always had that dream like my daddy before me
So I started writing songs, I started writing stories
Something about that glory just always seemed to bore me
‘Cause only those I really love will ever really know me

Once I was 20 years old, my story got told
Before the morning sun, when life was lonely
Once I was 20 years old

I only see my goals, I don’t believe in failure
‘Cause I know the smallest voices, they can make it major
I got my boys with me at least those in favor
And if we don’t meet before I leave, I hope I’ll see you later

Once I was 20 years old, my story got told
I was writing about everything, I saw before me
Once I was 20 years old
Soon we’ll be 30 years old, our songs have been sold
We’ve traveled around the world and we’re still roaming
Soon we’ll be 30 years old

I’m still learning about life
My woman brought children for me
So I can sing them all my songs
And I can tell them stories
Most of my boys are with me
Some are still out seeking glory
And some I had to leave behind
My brother I’m still sorry

Soon I’ll be 60 years old, my daddy got 61
Remember life and then your life becomes a better one
I made a man so happy when I wrote a letter once
I hope my children come and visit, once or twice a month

Soon I’ll be 60 years old, will I think the world is cold
Or will I have a lot of children who can warm me
Soon I’ll be 60 years old
Soon I’ll be 60 years old, will I think the world is cold
Or will I have a lot of children who can warm me
Soon I’ll be 60 years old

Once I was seven years old, momma told me
Go make yourself some friends or you’ll be lonely
Once I was seven years old

Once I was seven years old

Big Pulp| Publishing Opportunity

The key to getting published is at once simple and painful…You have to put yourself out there. Keep submitting your work and sharing it with the world. Remember that you can always submit to our Write for Us segment and that our magazine submissions are now open for the year.

Big Pulp “defines pulp-fiction very broadly: it’s lively, challenging, thought-provoking, thrilling, and fun…” They are looking more for character and story elements than genre specific themes.

Please view their submission guidelines here.

Contact: Bill Olver, Editor

E-Mail: editgors@bigpulp.com

Website: http://bigpulp.com/


Publishing Opportunities are compiled from information gathered in the 2015 Poet’s Market.

Parallel by Single Strides

Bring me a sunset in a cup
Sprinkle in drops of rain
Watch as afternoon beauty
Is mixed with the world’s pain

Bring me the starry skin onto a plate
Mix in the dreams that lay awake
See as wishes fall to the floor
As the world gives up – the stars shine no more

Bring me daylight locked in a jar
Add in shadows that roam the night
Witness as hope stirs with fear
Welcome to the parallels of life my dear


Sonya is a believer. She believes in love even if she hasn’t quite found it yet. She hopes her writing can inspire others to believe in it too, as well as believing in themselves. She steals lunch breaks and midnights to write on the side of her full-time advertising career. She savors chai tea lattes, rainy days, rooftop bars, and handwritten notes. She enjoys exploring the world internationally, as well as at home in Miami, Florida. She believes that everything happens for a reason, and she’s okay with not quite knowing what that is yet. See more of her on her blog, www.singlestrides.com.

Asinine Poetry|Publishing Opportunity

Part of what we do here at The Reverie Journal is to tell you about opportunities to share your work.

Of course, we certainly hope you’ll still consider submitting with us for our magazine or Write for Us submissions.

Today, let us introduce you to Asinine Poetry. “We specialize in poetry that doesn’t take itself too seriously.” In general, keep your poems to 50 lines or less and your prose to 5,000 words or less.

Please view their submission guidelines here.

Contact: Shay Tasaday, Editor

E-Mai: editor@asininepoetry.com

Website: http://asininepoetry.com/


Publishing Opportunities are compiled from information gathered in the 2015 Poet’s Market.

Isis by Sue Ann Simar

The devil won’t allow
uncertainty.
A bodiless sleep
for your little boy, for his
handheld head.
His blood no longer
his, no longer yours,
his blood a
nothingness, a blessing of
sand.
The mouth agape
censors itself, disavows
its gentle curse.
The hands
alone in their gathering.
Empty hands, their sky blue
reach, the monotonous
scream of sacrifice.


Sue Ann Simar has most recently published in Voices from the Attic, the anthology  affiliated with the Madwomen in the Attic workshops from Carlow College.  She also has a poem in the current issue of Backbone Mountain Review.  Sue lives in Morgantown, WV and works in the healthcare field.