SUBMISSION POLICY
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.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Forest Fire
Day after day
smoke shrouds the mountains,
turns the sun to blood.
Up there, flames crown in treetops,
roar down dry ravines to climb
new ridges, scorching undergrowth.
In their wake, still smoking dirt
holds the charred remains
of evergreens, twisted ghosts
rooted in ash.
As I grieve for spruce and fir
crackling in canyons of fire,
I think of funeral pyres
by the Ganges, of mourners
immersed in its ancient waters
while cremation smoke eddies
above them, and the ashes,
oily ashes, flutter down.
by Penny Harter
Reprinted with author's permission from Lizard Light: Poems from the Earth (Sherman Asher Publishers, 1998)
Penny Harter lived in Santa Fe for 11 years. Fires often bloomed on the surrounding mountains. When she drove back to NJ, smoky haze lasted into Kansas. Her most recent book is The Night Marsh.
Visit the Ms. Harter on-line at http://www.2hweb.net
See the publisher's page for her new book at: http://www.wordtechweb.com/harter.html
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