Another week, another opportunity for publication!
Check out Asheville Poetry Review. They publish annually a variety of forms, including interviews, essays, and book reviews, besides poetry from all over the world.
Please view their submission guidelines here.
Contact: Keith Flynn, Founder
Address: P.O. Box 7086, Asheville, NC 28802
Website: http://www.ashevillepoetryreview.com/
Publishing Opportunities are compiled from information gathered in the 2015 Poet’s Market.
Across the fields and hills
Where hungry cattle graze
Moves a true and noble rider
T’wards a city set ablaze
By a creature filled with hatred
Of the gentle people’s ways
Which in a foul and wicked temper
That great city set ablaze
On his trusty, strong companion
On his brave and loyal steed
He rides up to the flaming homes
To end the dragon’s greed
In answer to the call of
The people’s desperate pleas
His sword and shield ready to
Destroy the dragon’s greed
Scaly armour on the beast;
No one has pierced its hide
Not fearing this, he swears
To avenge those who died;
His steed he leaves in safety
Thankful for this gentle guide
And goes to face the beast that
Extinguished those who died
The creature rounds him fiercely
As the warrior draws near;
He approaches the great monster
So bold; no hint of fear
It roars with mighty dominance
It bellows with a sneer
Yet he holds his head up high
Showing no hint of fear
A tail that brings down buildings
Collides roughly with his shield
Though the beast is far stronger
The warrior will not yield
They circle; they attack with force
One of their fates is sealed
Though until that fateful moment
The monster will not yield
A weakness in its armour
Beneath its giant head
Gives the warrior the chance
To strike the beast down dead
To destroy the wretched creature
That the city folk have fled;
When their fierce battle is over
He pins the beast down dead
Laura Clark is a 23 year old history graduate from England. She has been writing for many years and is very interested in fantasy and stories with morals. You can find Laura’s blog, here.
It’s time to play with another poet’s words…mine! I took words from my first book, Wake Up a Woman. I hope you enjoy them and find them inspiring!
Here are your words:
static
woman
kindling
embracing
banister
vain
clasp
curtains
gunshot
stubborn
relative
ruins
sprung
And have you considered submitting to our Write for Us segment? We’d love to feature your work here on The Reverie! Click here for more information…
Good luck and have fun!
Remember, all entries must be linked back to this post with a pingback or by commenting.
The Spring tends to be the height of submissions season. It is a time to polish up those pieces and figure out exactly where you should send them for potential publication. While we hope you’ll consider us, we want to share other opportunities as well.
Hotel Amerika will be accepting submissions until May 1st! They are looking for exceptional poetry, fiction, and nonfiction.
Please view their submission guidelines here.
Contact: David Lazar, Editor
E-Mail: editors@hotelamerika.net
Website: http://www.hotelamerika.net/
Publishing Opportunities are compiled from information gathered in the 2015 Poet’s Market.
In the rain of the rockets
there’s no water.
Metal rain.
In the rain of the rockets
there’s no sunshine.
Smoke rain.
Black rain.
In the rain of the rockets
there’s no life.
Death rain.
Life ending rain.
Death without life rain.
In the rain of the rockets
there’s no hope.
Deaf rain.
Deaf rain.
Deaf rain.
Death rain
Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. Her poem, ‘A Rose For Gaza,’ was shortlisted for the Theatre Cloud ‘War Poetry for Today’ competition in October 2014 and has since been published in the ‘Poetry For Change Anthology by Vending Machine Press. Poems have also recently been included, or are forthcoming, in Harbinger Asylum’s ‘A Moment To Live By’ anthology, Stacey Savage’s ‘We Are Poetry an Anthology of Love poems’, In The World Of Womyn’s ‘She Did It Anyway’ anthology and Weasel Press anthology, ‘Degenerates: Voices For Peace’ and various on line and print journals.
Previously published by Rain Party and Disaster Society 2014
It’s time for a new wordle! This week, I’ve taken words from one of our editor’s books, The Shaping of an Angry Black Woman by Tamara Woods. There is no set amount of words you have to use, and you can use any form of the word listed below (plural, past tense, etc.)
Here are you words:
drippings
splinters
fickle
barcode
articulate
quivering
accusing
lipstick
DNA
jail
witches
kiss
mimicry
To check out Tamara Woods’ book, click here!
Good luck and have fun!
Remember, all entries must be linked back to this post with a pingback or by commenting.
She woke in sleek lines and snapping tendons,
eyes parting on lavender fields – this sudden
awakening was ally to the bundle of lines
there, at the corner of her mouth.
Her smile lit the edges of dark shadows
and chased with the light of our sin
any chance of absolution with this sunrise.
I buried the sunlight in the
heat that gathered at her chest and
ravaged her cheeks, until red flags
possessed her and the purity of her skin
was wiped clean by kissing lips
and sympathetic fingers…
I tripped along the image of a Robin,
that she was named for,
red-breasted as
the heat of emotion and languid
tongue rolling along her ethereal length
left her – skin glistening and shining
bright as a cherry,
and I, parting her hair and twisting each lock
like twine around my finger,
I dug a wry glimpse of the divine from under
the crinoline of her lashes where
the clear depths of her regret
were washed free with each faltering
grasp at the edge of the precipice.
She woke in sleek lines and snapping tendons,
an abrupt fall from slumber to present,
from plummeting to bursting.
© Laura A. Lord, 2016
Written in response to this week’s prompt: Name It. Were you able to come up with a love poem this week? Did you find inspiration in a name? Let’s see them!
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