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
When he’s seen your darkness and he still held you tight in his arms When screams and tears tore at his soul yet he stood tall with his shoulder over your trembling body and his voice contained When words of pain penetrated his being, but he received it with gentle calmness One knew they were… Continue reading When they’ve seen your darkness… — RAW PAGAN
Taken for granted, for silly, for surface, I recall old lessons hard learned and their determined resurgence nevermind depth or the sea of tears secretly wept simultaneously. We; me, he, and she profusely professing in silence and salt the truth of hearts hardened and healing halted. Drip drop stains on cheek bones we try so… Continue reading S.O.C. 9/13/17
There have been many epiphanies lately in light of my reflection on self sabotage, participation in essentially dissatisfying connections, and hesitancy when it comes to wholeheartedly pursuing my passions. I realize that a lot of these issues and behaviors are from a toxic and internalized belief that was re-iterated to me often as a child… Continue reading Wake up! Your gift is calling…
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”
Whole, you are, each time You see in self truth and source: Live revolution
There's never enough: Time, truth, words. You, though love, are always abundant.
Wax, wane, and wander. Tides are turning with old leaves; Past eclipsed by now.
He say, what she said; All words are made meaningless when hearts won't hear them.