Hi –
I have two poems in the Summer Issue of Avatar Review: “The Back Yard” and “On the Roof.” An audio rendition accompanies “The Back Yard.” (The Noo Yawk accent is audible!)
http://www.avatarreview.net/AV9/
Hope you get a chance to visit the site.
Joyce Nower
Monday, May 28, 2007
Saturday, May 26, 2007
another post, not about me!
I saw this call for submissions and I thought it might be useful for the fiction writers:
The second issue of Cantaraville is coming out this fall and we're actively seeking submissions of short fiction as well as reviews and novel and script excerpts. Previously published okay. Comps of Cantaraville go out to editors, agencies and producers (one contributor, in fact, landed a top-tier agent query). Our editorial staff is second-to-none in excellence while maintaining a warm and thoughtful rapport with all our authors. For guidelines, visit http://www.cantaraville.com.
The second issue of Cantaraville is coming out this fall and we're actively seeking submissions of short fiction as well as reviews and novel and script excerpts. Previously published okay. Comps of Cantaraville go out to editors, agencies and producers (one contributor, in fact, landed a top-tier agent query). Our editorial staff is second-to-none in excellence while maintaining a warm and thoughtful rapport with all our authors. For guidelines, visit http://www.cantaraville.com.
new poem
Hi. It was nice coming to the writers' forum again, today. I got inspired.
A Tender Age
in this corner, a dog is screaming
he is calling your name
Oliver, Oliver
you have better things to do
you in your urchin shirt
rusty shoes, hat full
of night and spiders
you sneak the hubcaps
off dead men’s eyes
you borrow morning
ransom it for some
chilled red soup
you tuck bracelets, brooches,
feathered hat pins in your pockets
they clank an odd song when you run
they rub together like bones in your thin
shoulder joint
no meat
no meat
for the strangers’ mouths
for the dog still barking
for the profiles made of metal and gems
when the street lights pop on
so many bad ideas over so many
dusty, perfumed heads
you are just getting started
your business hawking pocket watches
stealing time
and other boys’ tender teeth
A Tender Age
in this corner, a dog is screaming
he is calling your name
Oliver, Oliver
you have better things to do
you in your urchin shirt
rusty shoes, hat full
of night and spiders
you sneak the hubcaps
off dead men’s eyes
you borrow morning
ransom it for some
chilled red soup
you tuck bracelets, brooches,
feathered hat pins in your pockets
they clank an odd song when you run
they rub together like bones in your thin
shoulder joint
no meat
no meat
for the strangers’ mouths
for the dog still barking
for the profiles made of metal and gems
when the street lights pop on
so many bad ideas over so many
dusty, perfumed heads
you are just getting started
your business hawking pocket watches
stealing time
and other boys’ tender teeth
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