Ramshackle Glory - Your Heart Is A Muscle The Size of Your Fist
“Blue Majestic” by Simon Petkovich
this wild oregano’s
healing song is the
bosom of the blue
the milk of morn
milk of health
This is from the Nano Poem Collection “Blue Majestic” available free through Nostrovia! Poetry.
Small Press Army is a compilation of small presses with big thinking. This pamphlet of poetry publishers will provide you a great list of potential places to publish your work.
Finish this statement; I think writing should … ”drive you mad, and inspire you, in-turn, inspiring others to create what they want to create without fear of disapproval or denial.” - Sheron Parris
Milk and Honey Siren - Various Authors, Edited by Jeremiah Walton
Reviewed by Melanie Boeckmann
Milk and Honey Siren is a 90-page anthology published by Nostrovia! Poetry. The anthology is thematically organized and groups poems by 34 contributors into eight chapters, with two additional short stories by Lance Manion and Samuel McGrath. Adding the two short stories at the end separates them from the poetry-heavy rest of the works, although the subtitle “a poetry anthology” could be expanded to include the prose pieces.
The chapter titles are not self-explanatory but pique curiosity, a feature frequently found in Nostrovia! publications. We first dive into “The Development of Agriculture”, in which Kallima Hamilton takes us into space, and Roger Kees writes about a dream-like experience with the sun. In contrast, Kristen Berger’s poem about the transformation from larvae to moth is infused by realism. The second part, “Welcome to the Monkey Hotel” is made up entirely of Kyle Hemmings’ Invisible Monkeys #1-5, a long form prose poem that I enjoyed immensely for its tongue-in-cheek references to social and cultural phenomena. “Meta-metaphors”, the third chapter is again divided into three shorter poems, two by Benjamin Saphiro and one by Raphael Cohen. In this chapter, Saphiro’s Eastern Hear t, broken stands out by packing everything into just three lines.
The next three chapters are the longest and thus make up the largest part of the anthology. Just some notable examples from these chapters: Dress v. Girl by Stephanie Guo, The Holding On by Allison Grayhurst on grief, or the visually aesthetic 267.-261 by Dan Hedges. I’ve seen that movie, too! by Guiseppi Martino Buonaiuto manages to weave together cultural icons, writers, symbolism and the poem’s storyline.
Overall, the range of topics, authors and styles is still pleasing rather than confusing. As several poets contribute pieces to more than one chapter, one has the chance to re-discover a favorite and get a better idea of each author’s work. Grouping individual poems under a thematic idea is nicely executed here.
Overall, the poems represent an eclectic mix of various styles and contents. That is the strength of an anthology: you get to pick and choose. Unfortunately, the picking is made difficult for us readers through negligence in layout and design. What I missed was an author index and a contributors’ page. Other than their names and the works in this anthology, no further information on any writer is given: I believe this unnecessarily limits authors’ exposure and makes it more difficult for me as a reader. The table of contents should also indicate where individual poems are located, as it is one has to needlessly search again and again for a favorite.
Romance is not dead,
but it isn’t alive, either,
Discussed far too often,
the meaning is contorted,
feelings are forced,
these recollections, planned in advance,
The word is spread thin,
until it no longer resembles what it truly means,
It’s not chocolates,
it’s not candies,
it’s not romantic…
Too Obscene is a one shot zine housing poetry and flash fiction deemed “too obscene for publication by other presses and publishers. It was inspired by the trials centering around Allen Ginsberg’s poem Howl.
You can download it here and preview it below.
Crucified For Cthulhu
by Scott Emerson
I hang bleeding
beneath this crown of
trying to cleanse the world
before we all go mad
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Don’t do what all the other little buggers are doing. Don’t try to make the poem look pretty. You’re not decorating cupcakes, Cupcake. Don’t think you’re the only bastard who ever suffered — just …
“The Half-Life of Nations” by Jeremiah Walton
Beloved America, I see a dark anthem being pledged
Beloved America, I see your Imaginary Now being shattered, thrusted inwards your mind dropping into soup bowl hips, corpses of Past Time bob in the broth
Beloved America, I see your eucharistic alms being burned in heaps of dry grass and diesel ﬂames giggling with joyous drunks of ﬂedgling origins
Beloved America, I see the yellow chastising the whites of your eyes, hungry beast!
Beloved America, I see a wall of ﬁre consuming you
Beloved America, I see your ratthroated dreams squealing in the ﬂames
Beloved America, I see your straightjacket moral concepts kissing our eyelids shut
America, I see you as the Abscess of Civilization
Zit waiting to pop raging red bullet of the ﬂesh waiting to ﬁre
A raving lunatic dog slobbering, warm with God, chasing sheep
You think you will exist past the mountains short walks?
Past the rivers feast when the candles burn low illuminating chicken bones?
Rows of skulls line your Banks, the wax maker dipping his hands in silver-copper-nickel-gold sludge
Molding count downs in Their empty eye sockets, eyes that learned to never hear
That learned to draw the knife and stab at wounded Deer caught in the Bear’s trap
Sight your riﬂe, breath in, steady that aim of yours, beloved America!
Not even the opium merchants can cure your disease
Yours is not only of the ﬂesh, but of the mind
Beloved America, sedate your hunger
The dark anthem is being sung in your streets
published in eFiction
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