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Snappy Publisher of Poetry and Illustration. Currently closed for submissions* * *. Some poems drag you straight to the precipice; that dizzy feeling of excitement as each line sends you falling into the writer’s hands. They have gripped you. It is the feeling of a hand running down your thigh; a rollercoaster dipping over the edge; a sunset view with a half-drunk head. These are the poems we want to read. Now for the devil’s bits…. Payment is one contributor copy. We aim to respond to all submissions wi...
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Snappy Publisher of Poetry and Illustration. October 14, 2011. Alligator Stew Issue 3: Submissions Now Open! Posted by alligatorstew under Uncategorized. It’s that time again. Yes, Alligator Stew has opened her box and is awaiting delivery of your poetry. From the dust covered corners, to the unemployment queues, she calls to you to bring your world into the beautiful, hand-crafted pages she delivers. With your help this will be the most handsome issue yet. June 28, 2011. There are 90 sets available, but...
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poets | nibble - a poetry magazine
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Nibble – a poetry magazine. Oh, what a tangled website we weave…. The following are brief bios of the wonderful poets whose work has appeared in. Or will soon. we couldn’t possibly thank them enough, but we can put their names on our website. Lives in an old stone house in the woods. Inside, she and her husband, and a few ghosts, outside a variety of wildlife. She knits and scribbles poems to keep sane. Oh, and just yesterday, she made a wonderful snowman. Anderson thinks it a lost art. Lives in Maine...
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The Bones of Saints Under Glass: April 2009
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The Bones of Saints Under Glass. There are ghosts in the orchard picking fruit and telling stories of crisp fall days when you could bite the air like an apple. Thursday, April 30, 2009. Take What You Like. Doing what's right . Links to this post. A poem and notes on creation. Thinking and Drinking, Again. Clouds drift through a moonless. Sea-sky. As I watch them. I wonder: Is God. Sending me a message? You are these midnight clouds. God seems to say. Invisible, there but not. Silent, empty, ethereal.