Poetry (any form or style) and Micro or Flash Fictions wanted for an anthology on SMOKE. Not just the black clouds rising from the five-alarm fire next door, or the billowing plumes of smoke warning us of a forest fire, or the emissions from factory smoke stacks, apartment house incinerators, and crematoriums, smoke rings rise from cigarettes, smoke pours out of headshops, pipe shops & cigar stores--see that purple haze rising over the fields of poppies and marijuana we just planted--we've used it to communicate via smoke signals and skywriting, to cover our tracks and disappear with and without mirrors, combat the enemy on and off the battlefield, kill bugs, flavor food, cure illness, declare peace treaties, and fragrance our homes. Got the idea? Release it onto the page.
Guidelines: Submit up to three poems/micro fictions or two flash fictions at a time with a fascinating bio of 35 words or less, not just limited to publication credits, copy/pasted in the body of an e-mail (no attachments, please) to roxy533 at yahoo dot com & violetwrites at nyc dot rr dot com. We will also entertain up to six one-liners or 2 short stand up routines at time. Previously published work is OK as long as authors have retained the copyright, which will be returned to them after publication. Simultaneous submissions are encouraged. If your work is accepted elsewhere, and you still have obtained rights to republish, just let us know where and we'll be happy to acknowledge the other publication.
If you do not receive a response from us within a month of your submission considered it rejected and feel free to submit again. Due to the volume of submissions we cannot respond to each and every individual submission. Selection for the on-line edition are made on a ongoing basis as we receive your submissions. However, final selections for the print edition will made after the October 31st deadline. (In otherwords not everything that made the cut for the online edition will appear in print.) Please do not query. When in doubt, send the submission to roxy533 at yahoo dot com & violetwrites at nyc dot rr dot com.
Friday, April 24, 2009
“Since Roman times…ash has been recognized as a useful
amendment to the soil…it contains most of the…
essential nutrients...for growth…”—The Master Gardeners (website)
The poet went outside
to get some air. Dense clouds
of ash filled eyes and nose and lungs.
“The poems are on fire,” he said
through tears, “and all the words
are turning into soot. I will go now
and watch them burn.” He turned
his steps to face the conflagration.
Head down, he plowed
against the blowing cloud of ash
till he reached at last the source of smoke,
a great pyre upon which Blake burned bright,
fueled by tongues of flame that lapped at Donne.
The greener poems of Olds and Collins
smoldered red around the edges
while Kerouac and Ginsberg
crackled instantly to flames.
The poet exhaled hard upon the glowing
words and watched as sparks rose in the sky
to fall as ash on fields and flocks and pens. And then
the poet went back home to write again.
by Gretchen Fletcher
One of Gretchen Fletcher's poems, “Two Giant Men in New York,” recently won the Poetry Society of America’s Bright Lights, Big Verse competition, and she was projected on the Jumbotron as she read it in Times Square. She frequently travels to attend poetry readings, awards, and book signings and leads writing workshops for Florida Center for the Book, an affiliate of the Library of Congress, and her chapbook, That Severed Cord was published by Finishing Line Press.