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The Mind[less] Muse: January 2015
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Kind of a Hurricane Press. Saturday, January 31, 2015. A Poem by John W. Sexton. Arriving at Platform 7. Locked in the ground. Leaf-veins . . . Shiki perceives the folds. For an origami universe. The in-pipe . . . attaches. A gerund to is. Were burdened with souls and God . . . At platform 7 . . . We board the rain. John W. Sexton lives in the Republic of Ireland and is the author of five poetry collections, the most recent being The Offspring of the Moon. And Johnny Coffin School-Dazed. 136 page book), ...
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The Mind[less] Muse: Submission Guidelines
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Kind of a Hurricane Press. The Mind[less] Muse invites original and previously unpublished poetry with an experimental. Element to its pages. . . Be over 18 to submit. Send one to three works. Of an email to:. Subject of email: "[author's name] Poetry Submission for The Mind[less] Muse". Please include a third-person author bio with your submission. Publication is on a rolling basis. All authors being notified in advance of such selection for additional publication. What the editor does not want to see:.
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The Mind[less] Muse: A Poem by Michael Lee Johnson
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Kind of a Hurricane Press. Wednesday, July 1, 2015. A Poem by Michael Lee Johnson. I love the walk on the isle. Into your brain cells. I'm rolling heart ache. In a lover's night. I stand on solid ground. You preach to me,. I find you there:. I'm witches and queen.". 136 page book), several chapbooks of poetry, including From Which Place the Morning Rises. And Challenge of Night and Day, and Chicago Poems. He also has over 70 poetry videos on YouTube. Links: http:/ poetryman.mysite.com/.
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Jellyfish Whispers: A Poem by Mary L. Westcott
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Kind of a Hurricane Press. Thursday, July 16, 2015. A Poem by Mary L. Westcott. Stopping by Ocala Woods, A Decima. The fan palms damp with drops. Of water from the drizzling sky. That rains quietly on ferns and high. Pines at Marshall's Swamp, a stop. To see the marsh, the oak treetops. In a cool place, to sit meditating. Surrounded by tall cypress abating. The whirl of life, the shop-strewn world,. Of commerce, cars and new stores unfurled. Like a million black ants proliferating. A Poem by Alicia Cole.
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Barometric Pressures: October 2014
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Kind of a Hurricane Press Author's Series. Kind of a Hurricane Press. Saturday, October 18, 2014. Surrogate Dharma - Allison Grayhurst. Download Allison Grayhurst's eBook HERE! Sunday, October 5, 2014. Listening to Electric Cambodia Looking Up at Trees of Heaven - Marianne Szlyk. Download Marianne Szlyk's eBook HERE! Marianne Szlyk is a professor of English at Montgomery College, an associate poetry editor for Potomac Review. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Black and White Gets Red.
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Pyrokinection: A Poem by Barbara Ruth
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Where words come to burn . . . Kind of a Hurricane Press. Friday, June 26, 2015. A Poem by Barbara Ruth. When My Father Died. My father died on Groundhog Day. Too early in the morning. For the rodent to appear. But his shadow casts all around us. Saturn and Mercury retrograde. Both nearly ready to go direct. But Dad couldn't wait, all that week he'd gasped out the tune. Off we go into the wild blue yonder.". He wanted to be a fly-boy again. All around me machines. Speech fails to carry intention.
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Pyrokinection: June 2015
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Where words come to burn . . . Kind of a Hurricane Press. Tuesday, June 30, 2015. A Poem by Sy Roth. The Winter of Their Discontent. A Dusty Soleless Army. Petite jury of lead soldiers. Arrayed on their field of battle. A phalanx of them as they. Prepare to march into the trash bag. Silent neighbors tell tales -. Moccasins worn thin,. Pointed roach stoppers from a bygone age,. Oxfords and lost chain names -. Time gobbled them up. Ruins, vestiges of soldiers. Twisted into your shapes. Remnants of an ago.
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Pyrokinection: A Poem by Jonel Abellanosa
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Where words come to burn . . . Kind of a Hurricane Press. Friday, June 5, 2015. A Poem by Jonel Abellanosa. Writing During the Homily. Be grateful if you live among tigers. And elephants, if you can listen. To the stream's songs where birds. Forget the sky's theirs. Be thankful. If you wake with the meadows. Where there's no need for words. I see daily our concrete follies. We adorn churches with dying flowers. And water is how we prolong their torture. They wilt while the organist. View my complete prof...
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Pound of Flash: March 2015
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Kind of a Hurricane Press. Monday, March 23, 2015. Flash Fiction by Rob Sobel. Based on Gogol's "The Nose," Kafka's. The Metamorphosis, re-told in Philip Roth's. It began one day. Larry Nezberger, ex-stockbroker, current bagel aficionado, self-described Jungian scholar, was in the middle of writing a piece for The Daily Bagel. An entirely fanboy article in regard to the underrated, however vogue, multi-grain- when he felt a pang amid his already unhealthy middle-aged body. When it finally did stop, he fe...
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