I have the pleasure of working with some great people co-editing the poetry submissions for Indigo Rising UK Magazine
Please do send any poetry, prose, flash fiction or art to us at the following addresses:
Submissions can be up to 2500 words. We will make exceptions based on the quality of the piece. We are looking for high quality, literary pieces as long as they are creative and original.
Submission no longer than 750 words. We are looking for inspiring, original pieces of fiction.
Submit up to six poems at a time, no longer than forty lines each. Any forms are fine. Subject matter can be anything. Originality is important.
We are looking for abstract, authentic and surreal art and photography. Pieces that have a personal touch and generate deeper understandings.
Look forward to hearing from you! 🙂
I read a blog earlier this year (can’t remember who or where) where a poet was attempting to build up material for a new collection but was struggling with the task of getting enough together. She decided to try to write a poem a day. Some days she banged out stonking good poetry (she said) and others she managed a few lines and ideas. But by the end of the 365 days she had, in raw form, over 200 poems. Some days were missed due to unforseen circumstances but she kept plugging away and made it to that number.
Her obvious next step would be the editing process but I think I agree with her when she claimed that half the battle was getting the ideas down.
So, because I don’t think I have enough to do with the kids, the housework, Uni research, Interning with Stairwell Books, open mic nights, helping with the Ryedale Book Festival and the York Literature Festival…I have decided to write a poem a day!
I think this will be good for me. It will give me a goal. Maybe it will help me focus more on writing my ideas down rather than thinking up something and then forgetting it 30 minutes later.
I have been trying to write short stories recently. It’s where I started out after all. But I think my head and my heart wants to write poetry. It needs the ‘instant’ and the ‘heartfelt’. It’s where I belong right now.
So tomorrow will be day one. I would like to post them up here but I fear there will be some tripe that I don’t want you…yes YOU, my readers, to see. If I just so happen to write something awesome then there is no point putting it here as I may want to send it for publication. Hmmmm…maybe I will tempt you with snippets, trailers, teasers…to keep you interested.
Wish me luck! 365 poems this year.
I touch cold skin
in the crook of your neck,
kiss briney lips
that taste of me.
My moss covered hair
tangles in your toes
tickles you there
in the darkness, alone.
You thrash beneath me
for a little, for a breath.
Gulping down my love
for you, till the end of time.
Daisy-chains lace a path that once held
the shadow of a prince on noble steel, a knight
in shining pick-up truck to whisk
away a heart in need. Leave
behind youth and sighs for the ride
to a castle full of dancing and flight.
The girl looks back as the white petals
fall. To love, or not to love?
Decisions made in haste, as pages
of the book flip past.
Lost among thorny differences,
sleeping silences, the daisy sits
on the mantle, ticking away the last
goodbye of the prince that never arrived.