Hoot | Publishing Opportunity

Some of the publishing opportunities we share with you are very specialized magazines and journals. This one is a very interesting look at poetry that makes me think along the lines of micropoetry. Remember that you can always submit to our Write for Us segment and that our magazine submissions are now open for the year.

Hoot is a postcard review of mini poetry and prose. Every month they publish one piece of poetry with artwork on a postcard. They look for surprising, brief, stand-on-its-own poetry.

Please view their submission guidelines here.

Contact: Amanda Vacharat and Dorian Geisler, editors

E-Mail: onlinesubmissions@hootreview.com

Website: http://www.hootreview.com/

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

My God by Amitabh Vikram Dwivedi

My God is just an idea.
He takes his birth from my language,
When I speak He becomes a sound,
And like an atom He flows in my ears.
His light makes me see things around,
And His presence I feel everywhere.
He is my truth, my culture.
Sometimes, He makes my language hyperbolic
He is simply fantastic.
He is sea, earth, and fire,
A demon, animal, and human.
He is in my thoughts, beliefs and feelings.
He is like love, irrational,
Yet, without Him, I am not complete.

Amitabh Vikram Dwivedi is university faculty and assistant professor of linguistics at Shri Mata Vaishno Devi University, India; and author of two books on lesser known Indian languages: A Grammar of Hadoti and A Grammar of Bhadarwahi.
As a poet, he has published around seventy poems in different anthologies, journals, and magazines worldwide. Until recently, his poem, “Mother,” has been included as a prologue to Motherhood and War: International  Perspectives (Eds.), Palgrave Macmillan Press. 2014.

Cactus – Poetry Book Spotlight

Sometimes we stumble across fantastic new poetry books that we just can’t help but share. If you have  a book you’d like to share with out readers, please contact us here.

Marianne is a UK based writer, journalist, and poet with an MA in Film Studies. Cactus is her debut poetry collection containing 39 original poems, many of which are previously unpublished. The book opens with a short personal essay on the author’s relationship to place. The poems focus on themes of place and home and is split across three sections: Leicester, Brighton, and California. untitled
You can buy it here:
Amazon UKUSA (available on others if you search)
Bigcartel (directly from me, with a note)
and the Goodreads page

And find Marianne at www.februarystationery.com and twitter.com/marianne_eloise 


Name It – Poetry Prompt

I remember when it came time to think of names for my children how certain names would remind my husband and I of people we had known. Sometimes those names brought pretty harsh emotions along with them. My husband still hates the name Zack, all because some of some guy with that name he went to school with.

The point is, there is power in a name. I want you to write a love poem today. I want something gushy and romantic and beautiful…

And I want you to write it with a name you despise. I want you to write it to that “person.”

Remember to leave it in the comments below, or leave a link to it so we can all read your work!

Magazine submissions are still open. You’ve only got a few more months to get it in, so get writing! You can always submit to our Write for Us segment, though.

In This Garden by Almond Syiem

In this garden they do not grow flowers.
Here is earth tarnished by blood, soil mixed
with flesh that returned to an earthy residence,
and the family chanting and encircling a mass grave
is only lamenting for a loved one who had lost an appeal
to live. After all these years, the blood has not lost
its voice and it speaks to a forgetting world.

In this school they do not teach children. In these sad rooms
is only an education from a time of ideological madness,
a twisted algebra to produce of new way of living,
a season when the final screams of those gunned by red fire
were muffled by blaring music so that the neighborhood
would not hear.

In this memorial there is only one honor. It is the honor
of skulls resting with each other, an integral silence
that remembers human cruelty, eyes in empty sockets
that once pled for mercy. We try hard to imagine and fail,
we perspire beneath the blue Cambodian sky, and we click
our pictures, ready to move on to our world of plastic dreams
and fleeting memories.

But these are my cousins of a related tongue, relatives
from a historic time. They say thousands of setting suns ago,
our forefathers walked twelve years to reach these soggy hills
of cloudy waterfalls, of wild berries, pines and shrieking thunderstorms.
They called this place home, determined to explore and inhabit,
cultivate and reproduce, not knowing how decadent we would
turn out to be. But on the banks of the Mekong today, old women
dance with the young, shops wake up to the crowd and the music,
and everyone is trying not to think of the mines that still blow up
now and then.

In this garden there is no hatred. Only the silent regret of trees
whose trunks were used to bash infant heads, excruciating
memories in black and white, children behind fences begging
for dollars, a middle-aged woman in a little shop selling postcards,
artifacts and films retelling the sad history of this recovering country.

Almond Syiem loves to write songs and poetry. His works have appeared in several journals and magazines including Indian Literature and The New Welsh Review. He recently brought out an e-book, Sleepless, which showcases a few of his poems set to stunning photography by Tim Wallis. You can find Almond’s blog, here.

The Time that It Took by Janelle Marie

I keep telling myself Janelle, witnessing life means there needs to be a witness. I’ve been running from being present to the moment like it was fitness.

But, it was sudden.
The season changed from what I’ve done to what she doesn’t.
All we need is love on the radio and bless you’s to the lady next to me in the bathroom stall. Went from talking about Love in the singular form to asking how to show Love to us all.
Teachers who don’t call themselves that and smiles from a man flipping the sign on the street. No two moments the same even if they say these years have been on repeat, I’m just grateful. “In the moment” turned out better than plans. We sang that song in preschool about how God had the world in his hands and I get it. I get it, I do. Lyrics didn’t say OUR palms, the lyrics gave us clear direction. I grew up thinking I had to plan life out for my own protection but I’m letting go and grateful that the sun doesn’t shine on my watch because if it did, it’d be late every morning haha

We’re just growing. Respect I’m showing. I have to stop taking credit for things I know without even knowing. Like how do I expect to grow without making time for growing?

It’s all good even when it all isn’t.

I’m put in my place when I back out the race, our time deserves patience so give us some space. What’s with all the hurry and saving of face, the man got you rushing and running from grace.

Conscious whispering to you:
Like baaaaaby, aren’t you tired yet?
With allll that runnin and chasin
You think it’s time well spent but it’s time waistin

Pace it. Don’t let the hype of all these other lives have you shook. Rome was built in the time that it took.

I was named Janelle Marie. I currently reside in Las Vegas and am training myself to focus on The One Thing. From that place, all in aligned loved ones! I’m 25 so far and would be honored to share and express on your platform. You can find Janelle’s blog, here.

Home Planet News | Publishing Opportunity

Submitting your work can be a nerve-wracking process, but keep your head up and remember that even the Greats received rejection letters. Please remember that when submitting your work to always read the submissions guidelines thoroughly. Remember that you can always submit to our Write for Us segment and that our magazine submissions are now open for the year.

Home Plant News is an independent publisher out of New York. Their triannual publication features mostly poetry, with some fiction and reviews as well.

Please view their submission guidelines here.

Contact: Donald Lev, Editor

E-Mail: homeplanetnew@gmail.com

Website: http://www.homeplanetnews.org

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