Most editors are happy to answer questions regarding submissions. If a lit mag seems like a good fit for your work and it happens to be a collaboration, found poem, or other more nontraditional form, contact them via email or on other social media to ask if they are open to such forms. If you […]… Continue reading 25 Magazines accepting nontraditional poetry and creative writing
I fall like Oak leaves, sprouting bright again in spring. The winter is cold... Snow, though is water that lasts long to propel later growth.
I ask but one thing of you, only one, That always you will be my dream of you; That never shall I wake to find untrue All this I have believed and rested on, Forever vanished, like a vision gone Out into the night. Alas, how few There are who strike in us a chord… Continue reading Amy Lowell “To A Friend”
who will close the distance between us? Everything we say is small talk when you think what we’ll be doing after words… My lips have made their way to yours and we are siphoning your secrets with acute hunger our tongues fail to resist the urge to caress sweeping along each other; wet and eager… Continue reading We are lying here like virgins,
I tie a ribbon in a foolish way, draw on the most frayed, pulling taut our damaged heart strings, hand painted with altered memories where we still laugh and wish… for the dulcet notes of deceit to cease and enough truth to get through these knots in the web we wove. I tried to undo… Continue reading Double Not
I feel you in me growing wildly all again. Don’t hurt me, my love
wade the ocean of emotions you throw me its hard to stay afloat
It’s a rhythmic release I hear his heart pounding; a congo in a box whose echo calls me home
always needing the words despite the signs. The captions tell the story. Make me certain. Let me know how best to let you go.
I love you best when you are already out of my grasp.. Just a brush of a fingertip away, but far enough for the emptiness in the space to overwhelm all senses silent noise, blinding light, bittersweet, the memory tainted odor of coconut oil, sharp ache of affection’s phantom embrace. Nostalgia is the sickest form… Continue reading Attachment Styles