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Well, well, well, well
Well :rose: :rose: :rose:
Well :rose: :rose: :rose:
Welcome, it is almost enough to make me write again
Welcome back
 
Welcome back Ms. Maria! I will get some links for you.... for places I bet would love your writing... hold on right there.....

darn it, it did not paste in the URL.... let me see what I can do, if not, check out my links page, this is where I got them from anyway.




10,000 monkeys

Artistry of Life

Clean Sheets

Deep cleveland

ERWA

Girls with insurance

Interpoetry

JMWW: A Quarterly Journal of Writing

ken again

Literary Mama

my favorite bullet

Poetry Superhighway

Slow Trains Literary Journal

Wickedalice

Tryst

Underground voices

Word Riot


zygote in my coffee
 
Thank you, dear Seattle!!!!
all my lovely links are still locked away in the dead one ;) nd I know you have some good ones there!! thanks a milione!!

:rose:
 
Maria2394 said:
Thank you, dear Seattle!!!!
all my lovely links are still locked away in the dead one ;) nd I know you have some good ones there!! thanks a milione!!

:rose:
Wha? Maria is back? Like a southern breeze on my face!

:kiss:
 
I met the editor Kim Roberts at a book festival, a good woman. Two different calls for submissions, check it out:

Beltway Poetry Quarterly is accepting poems for two upcoming special issues. Please help us spread the word widely!


CALL FOR NEW POEMS ON THE IRAQ WAR

For a special issue due to be published online April 1, 2006, guest editor Sarah Browning seeks recent poems on the war in Iraq. Topics might include, but are not limited to: the impact on the Iraqi people, American servicemembers, military families, and/or the American people; Abu Ghraib and the American archipelago; opposition movements of all kinds; the effect of war policy on life at home; personal survival in dark times; imagining a way forward. All approaches and styles, with a preference for poems one page and under.

Poets must live or work in the mid-Atlantic region in Washington DC, Maryland, Virginia, Delaware, or West Virginia. Please send up to three poems in the body of an email to: iraqwarpoems@yahoo.com by December 15, 2005. (If your poem is chosen for publication, you will have a chance to send a hard copy or an attachment, to preserve formatting.) Previously published OK; please give publication information. Poets previously featured in Beltway Poetry Quarterly are eligible. There are no entry fees.

About the Guest Editor: Sarah Browning is coeditor of D.C. Poets Against the War: An Anthology and coordinates the group of the same name, which has been active since the first national day of poetry against the war, February 12, 2003. Browning's recent poems have appeared in Elixir, The Literary Review, and Beltway Poetry Quarterly. She is the recipient of the People Before Profits Poetry Prize and the Quadrangle Poetry Award. She lives in Washington, D.C., where she works for The Fund for Women Artists, building public support for women artists.


CALL FOR POEMS ABOUT WASHINGTON, DC

For a special issue to be published in July 2006, Kim Roberts and guest editor Andrea Carter Brown seek poems celebrating Washington DC. Poems must mention a specific location in the city by name, for example, a street, neighborhood, park, building, or monument.

Poets living anywhere in the US are eligible; previously published poems are acceptible if copyright has reverted to the author (author is responsible for obtaining permissions). Poets previously featured in the journal are eligible. There are no entry fees. Send up to 4 poems of any length (maximum 10 pages total) by email only. Include a one-paragraph bio. Poems must be sent in the body of the email; attachments will not be opened. Deadline: February 15, 2006. Send to beltwaypoetryquarterly@gmail.com.

About the co-editors: Kim Roberts is the editor of Beltway Poetry Quarterly. Andrea Carter Brown is managing editor of the Emily Dickinson Review, faculty member at Pomona College, and author of The Disheveled Bed (CavanKerry Press). She lives in Los Angeles, CA.
 
Maria2394 said:
Thank you, dear Seattle!!!!
all my lovely links are still locked away in the dead one ;) nd I know you have some good ones there!! thanks a milione!!

:rose:
so are you staying? or just breezing through? :rose:
 
canoe frog queries the bunny one

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Canoe Frog was hallowed hopper,
but early mist and bedraggled morn
could never have any type
of gritty grip
on bump- bottom toads or lichen-faced stones

and so he queried the Bunny one-
about skipping stones,
what does a frog do with so many answers,
yet so few problems,
to apply those answers to?

And Bunny replied-
Investigations are entirely futile
hang your oars, hang them high
but tag them so you will remember

which water has flowed
forth again and back again
beneath smooth-bottomed boats

You, Canoe Frog, have transformed
your thoughts into life sentences
most miraculous
and insightful,
yourwords, kissing the water’s face
as flat smooth stone

and perhaps rivers really do forget
middlemen, like you,
oh slippery, Canoe Frog
one whose soul is in transition
and seems to be absent
yet never quiet, and never really gone

but when a heart
casts it's voice,it’s universal stone,
there will be disruption,
changes in course
and someone must guide the novice
in correct ways of skipping stones

splash! then ripple,
ripple out to center pulled
into currents, part of a swell
going, going but never, ever gone

~~~

and through those ripples
poems and swells,
Canoe Frog lives on


awesome... (~_~) I like this one Maria!
 
I feel bad for that frog held tight
between the thumb and finger
of the grubby five year old

flipper pinched as the leg flexes
for a leap that keeps him dancing
lively for that little monster

suspended mid-air must feel
as if the bottom of the world fell
out, the pond run dry

or maybe carried through the air
in the cruel beak of a seagull
toes bent and broken

I just wanna pick the child up
by the collar of his jacket and let
him dangle over the creek

jump and twitch until the stitching
rips to leap free of my capture
to splat into an element not your own.
 
Dead Bee on a Snowdrift

Did she wake too soon
or fly too late?

Why this icy pillow of snow
with no blanket cover?

Her pollen sacs are summer laden
still her wings look
ready for flight, bright
and clear as the day.

She lies as if asleep
peacefully at rest
her honey days over
 
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