Alaska Quarterly Open Submissions

Straight from the site:
POETRY: Poems in traditional and experimental styles but no light verse (up to 20 pages).
Please include the following contact information in your cover letter and/or on your manuscript: mailing address, phone number, and email address if available. All manuscripts must be typed and accompanied by a self-addressed, stamped envelope (SASE). Unless a SASE is enclosed with your submission, you will not hear from us unless we are interested in publishing your manuscript. We try to reply within 6 to 16 weeks.
All general correspondence should be addressed to The Editors. Please address submissions to the section editor (e.g. Fiction Editor, Poetry Editor, Non-Fiction Editor, or Drama Editor) at the following address:

Alaska Quarterly Review
University of Alaska Anchorage
3211 Providence Drive (ESH 208)
Anchorage, AK 99508
Important notes:
(1) Unsolicited manuscripts are read between August 15 and May 15.
(2) Although we respond to e-mail queries, we cannot review electronic submissions.
(3) We review simultaneous submissions and request that they be identified as such in the cover letter.
To learn more, go to:
http://www.uaa.alaska.edu/aqr/guidelines.cfm

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Lilliput Review Issue #175

Don Wentworth’s issue brings the hint of Fall and its colors, vegetables, cool air. It was nearly impossible to pinpoint just a few poems to share with you. Every page brings a breath of fresh cool air into the lungs and so I hope you will enjoy the following:


that snap in the air,
some other poet
has broken the language

By: Charlie Mehrhoff, Oakland ME

If this poem doesn’t inspire you to write, I don’t know what will! Also, it makes me want to run outside and feel that snap in the air.



the rain owl’s recurrent question,
Who cooks for you?
Who cooks for you all?

By: Andy Fogle, Niskayuna NY

In the woods I have heard owls and I love the spin of phrase Andy Fogle creates, now I’ll think of these lines when the owls hoot and it fits perfectly. For the record, owls, my husband cooks for us all.


Simple Pleasures Moon

This is the season to honor the pumpkin, butternut squash,
pomegranate.
This is a time for
barely cooked with dates and fennel,
for the last green apple and the first
cranberry. Sit over coffee,
warm your hands around a round cup.
Say to yourself you are happy as the night’s antlers
drift past you.

By: Mary McGinnis, Santa Fe NM

This poem makes me hungry and excited for Thanksgiving. I also love the ending lines of “the night’s antlers/drift past you” which is a beautiful metaphor of the night air changing with the seasons.



If I wander with sorrow :: won’t I hear all the news

By: Grant Hackett, Great Barrington MA

I always enjoy Mr. Hackett’s one-line poems, I’m quite jealous of his talent in fact. Isn’t his poem a poignant truism?


If you like this short sample you can learn how to score some free issues and/or subscribe using Pay Pal at the Lilliput Review blog while finding more inspiration and delightful songs and poems at Issa’s Untidy Hut:

http://lilliputreview.blogspot.com/


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White Knuckle Press

Right Hand Pointing and Left Hand Waving have come up with a new press for prose poetry so check out this new and fabulous site at:

https://sites.google.com/site/whiteknucklepresscom/

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Poetry Tips: Election Campaigns

I don’t know about you, but some ads for public candidates are getting downright tiresome. Other campaign ads I champion for being positive and focused on the candidate appealing to their potential voters. This week I want you to write poems inspired by elections, candidates, voters, anything to do with the whole voting process. Perhaps you’d like to run for election, what kind of poem would you write to appeal to voters? What poem would you write to your chosen candidate? There is plenty of political fuel for the fire out there, so have fun!

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BAP Quarterly Open Submissions

Straight from the Site:
Submissions

• Next issue is NYC, deadline extended April 30th, 2010.
• New theme is Memory, deadline June 30th, 2010.
• Please send all submissions in the body of the email. In the Subject line please indicate the theme, type of submission, and your last name (for example: Space-Poetry- Obama). One submission per theme.
• Submit up to three poems, one story or creative nonfiction piece at a time, or three flash pieces. Visual arts: send 3-5 pieces at a time. Query us on music or video.
• Use the body of your email as a cover letter and include a brief bio.
• We accept simultaneous submissions, but only if you tell us so in your cover letter. If the manuscript is accepted elsewhere, notify us immediately.
• BAP-Q accepts only unpublished work and acquires first North American Serial rights. Please wait for a response before sending more work. Please send your best work, revisions will not be accepted.

Submissions are not guaranteed for publication and are subject to staff editing.

Please send your submissions to:
bapquarterly@yahoo.com

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Poems Found by Poet Hound

http://www.sundresspublications.com/wickedalice/sherwood30.html
“Yield” by Carolee Sherwood

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/archive/poem.html?id=185107
“The Second Trying” by Dahlia Ravikovitch

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Poetry Tips: No Holiday Blues

This is a month where there are no three day weekends, same with October. This week I want you to write about the “No Holiday Blues”, think of the long stretches of working without a break, of no holidays with loved ones to share with, and lament. As you can tell, I am more than ready for a break, so I imagine you might be, too. Join me in writing about not having a holiday this month!

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34th Parallel Open Submissions

You may e-mail one poem up to 3500 words to this magazine either by pasting it into the e-mail or attaching as a word document. You will also need to provide a cover letter! Be sure your contact information is on it. In the subject line of your e-mail include “Poetry Submission” in the heading and send it to: submissionsAT34thparallelDOTnet

For more details, go to:
http://www.34thparallel.net/submit.html

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Poems Found by Poet Hound

https://sites.google.com/site/rhpchaphoshomccreesh/no-seething-want
“No Seething Want, No Treacherous Ambition” by Hosho McCreesh

http://poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/21784
“Refusing, at Fifty-Two, to Write Sonnets” by Thomas Lynch

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Unusually Busy

I’ll be doing wed-Friday posts this week thank to unusually busy weekends, but will return back to full schedule posting after these next two weeks so please continue to drop in…

Poetry Tips: Perseverance

There are times when all poets feel as though the well has run dry or that they just can’t get anyone to accept their poems. In those times you must persevere and continue on. Making a routine of writing helps, as does acknowledging the odds of your poem being accepted among hundreds of other contenders. This week take the time to persevere through any pitfalls, even a poem that is giving you trouble. Perseverance pays off in the end, as many wise people say: “If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again.” Write poems about the heroes you know who have persevered when you are stuck and the dark clouds just might lift…

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Nerve Cowboy Open Submissions

Straight from the site:

NERVE COWBOY is always looking for the kind of writers who just seem to know what word comes next. We also like to feature drawings and illustrations by artists who see things a little differently. Send poems, short-short stories (up to 5 pages) and black & white art along with a SASE (self-addressed stamped envelope) to:
Joseph Shields and Jerry Hagins, Editors
Nerve Cowboy
PO Box 4973
Austin, Texas 78765
Please also look at their web-site for further details by going to:
http://jwhagins.com/submission.html

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Poems Found by Poet Hound

http://www.sundresspublications.com/wickedalice/gendron30.html
“GhostPatriotHusband” by Erin Gendron

https://sites.google.com/site/rhpissue34/howie-good-1
“Meditations on a Candle Flame” by Howie Good

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Nerve Cowboy Spring Issue #29

Yes, this issue was delivered late but it was worth the wait! There are some edgy poems and some powerful ones—especially by Burn Thompson. The artwork inside is always paired with just the right poems and I am happy to share a small sample with you:

Snack
By James Valvis

My daughter asks me for a snack.
She wants chocolate chip cookies.
It’s after lunch, before dinner, so I say no,
but I can see the hurt sting her eyes,
a flash of tears that lately come on
suddenly like all her other emotions.
She’s hungry. She’s always hungry.
This past year she’s put on weight.
Her belly sticks out, her legs are flabby.
Her cheek dimple has smoothed over.
It’s embarrassing, she says, her new shirt
too tight, and as I ponder if she’ll need
a training bra at nine years old,
she wonders if boys will ever like her.
At dinner most nights she eats like me,
a heavyset man with a big appetite.
Dishing it out, I pause mid-spoonful
and wonder if I’m adding too much.
I remember how my parents, to keep
my sister from eating, chained the fridge
around the handles and padlocked it.
She still topped 400 before stapling
her stomach and spending the next year
eating nothing but thin mashed potatoes.
I tell my daughter to come sit on my lap.
She does and her weight is suffocating.
It was barely days ago, practically hours,
that I bounced her around on my shoulders
and flung her in the air like a tennis ball.
Now she’s nearly too big to fit on my lap.
What a harsh job parenting is sometimes.
Sorry, kid, I tell her in my mind.
No cookies for you this afternoon.
I’ve nothing sweeter to offer than a hug.

My heart goes out to the father and the daughter in this poem. The heartbreak of the father watching the pounds accumulate along with the realization that he may be contributing through snacks or extra helpings at dinner is palpable. The end shows that the father offers instead of sweets, love through a hug, and brings kindness in the closing of the poem. I’m left with a sense of hope that the father will do what is best in the kindest of ways to help his daughter become healthier, it is a touching poem.



In Alaska And Homeless
By Burn Thompson

Coming here all my poetry lost
and most all else- missed my poems most as if struggling up
mountain crests- missed so much the story a long poem
of mine tells. Spent a year in a homeless shelter-
never missed the rest. My past calling, I heard faint church bells
ringing- didn’t answer. In a corner Tlingits-

beads stringing. Moved out. Camping on the city fringe,
my things people stole. Still there’s kindness-
given a snowsuit with new tags. Sleeping bag gone, my tarp
around me I roll. I sleep cold- lose weight-
see my coat on me sag. Without paper walked streets composing
lines of verse. For my memory’s sake, I keep my lines terse.

This is one of two poems Mr. Thompson wrote about being homeless and I picked this one because despite the hardships he is still composing and creating verses. The will of survival and the will to create are strong in his lines above and incredibly moving to me.



A Flight Attendant’s Lament
By Lori Jakiela

They told me I was going to Paris
so why am I stuck in Atlanta, Georgia
in a tiki hut on Bobbie Brown Boulevard
eating crab legs out of a dented bucket?
A guy in a blue Hawaiian shirt
loads the jukebox with a $20
and plays Jimmy Buffett’s “Why Don’t We
Get Drunk and Screw”
over and over and over
then sends me a beer with a note that says, “Smile.”
I raise the beer to say thanks, hold a crab leg up
in a salute, then ask the bartender for a pen.
Somewhere there’s an ocean.
Somewhere beauty’s waiting.
On the note, I write back,
“I am smiling.
Sincerely,
Mona Lisa.”

I like the sass of this poet, and I think it’s a nice change of pace from the previous two for today’s feature. This poet dead-pans her experience as a flight attendant stuck in Atlanta (and I, for one, hate being stuck in Atlanta’s airport, though Atlanta itself is nice), so I could not help including it in this sample. The ending is funny and clever, thank you, Lori Jakiela.


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http://www.jwhagins.com/nervecowboy.html

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The Book of Kells

Kelli Russell Agodon is a writer and editor in the Pacific Northwest who hosts this blog full of advice, real life experiences in writing and learning, and so much more. Check it out at:

http://ofkells.blogspot.com/

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