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'modern art' and other poems by Anamaría Crowe Serrano

the stress clinic

it’s ok	no one need know	only negligible
impending threat 	i’m going to leave you
   let healing happen
i’m turning left into the coffee shop	it’s easy 
	like this		one step	
                 one more
comforting to sit 
   even on seats slashed by spooks	

i can wait	learn patience is learnt on the edge
	other worlds where others wait
for the breath		something that “presents”
    a hiatus between one distress and 
the nest you’re reluctant to leave

it’s ok	the world is out there	still	the density
you love suspended in space	preparing 
the next problem for you to solve 	you’re good
at that		talented		
   are you ok? 466 more words
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'Tin House' seeks submissions

Tin House magazine (published out of Portland, US) is open to submissions until 31 May 2015 for its winter 2015 and spring 2016 issues. See below: 73 more words

Poetry Publications

More New Old Poems: A Tribute to Women in REDzine

Submitting poetry to literary journals, magazines, and websites can be quite a slog. There will always be more rejections than acceptances. In my email, I have a folder for each. 485 more words

Finding the Small Beauties ~ hedgerow, a journal of small poems

Since the purpose of my blog is my own poetry writing practice, I don’t often post anything other than my own poetry. I’ve been thinking a lot about whether or not to get back into the word of endless submissions to journals. 444 more words

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'Making Monuments' by Christine Murray

Making Monuments

#1
 
The whole of the waiting stone is beige coloured.
It is hiding its silica, their minutiae. Although I
 
have found dashes of it left as glitter on things, 537 more words

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Publishing Poetry in Journals

There are hundreds of poetry journals. As a reader and a writer I was interested in which of them would most likely imitate the style and subject of poetry I enjoy. 92 more words

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'Silt Whisper' and other poems by Ailbhe Darcy

Silt Whisper

 
That summer one-eyed jacks were wild:
we learned new rules, left tea to brew.
 
Smoke stilled air. Leaves lay unturned.
Unemployment was another high. 1,261 more words

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