It’s been a long, slow process, but I’m happy to announce that The Truth/y Issue, in the newest iteration of the Poemeleon website (at Poemeleon.me), has just launched, complete with 26 poets, 13 book reviews, four new “spotlights” segments curated by Maureen, and a new “Notes from Abroad” segment curated by Ren Powell, with a lovely, long interview with Natasha Sardzoska, a North Macedonian poet.
Our editorship now spans three continents and four countries: Norway, Australia, Canada, and the United States. With many countries now subject to stay-at-home orders, we hope that this new issue will give you hours of reading pleasure.
(And fear not: Back issues will remain online and housed at our legacy site, but after 15 years, it was time to trade up. See the “read the issues” page for relevant links.)
Be well, and stay home.
Cati on behalf of the editorial staff
Judy, rob, Maureen, Ren, Charlotte, Robbi, and Bridget
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Winners of the Inlandia Institute's 2015 Hillary Gravendyk Prize
Poemeleon is now open for submissions for a special guest-edited Asian Pacific American (APA) issue:
From #blacklivesmatter to #modelminoritymutiny to #actualasianpoets, recent times have been ripe with reasons for Asian Pacific American (APA) poets to make sure their voices are not just heard but felt—enough to cause significant ripples in the spheres of citizenship and consciousness. At the same time, Asians have been in North America since the 16th century—living, writing, experimenting, (re)inventing for and of themselves—drawing from a myriad of histories, languages, and aesthetics that both divide and unite.
For this special issue of Poemeleon with guest editors Kenji C. Liu and Angela Penaredondo, we are seeking poetry (text and visual) from APA poets that comes from a variety of styles, modes, structures, dreams, and spaces. Send us your best work. We want to celebrate and make it visible, allow it to reverberate across borders as it should!
Deadline for this issue: May 31, 2016
Expect a response within 1 - 3 months after close of submissions. If you have not heard from us after this time period please feel free to inquire.
(Editor's note: We seem to be running longer and longer on response times; please don't take this as a sign that we don't like your work - take it as a sign that the editor is overworked. This journal is a labor of love, and as such, sometimes has to make way for other things. Your patience and understanding is appreciated.)
The details:
- Please submit 1 to 5 poems, 1 craft essay, and/or 1 book review, using the forms below.
- Please include a brief third-person bio in your cover letter.
- Simultaneous submissions are fine as long as we are notified promptly when work is accepted elsewhere, but please no multiple submissions. The only exceptions to this rule is if you are submitting both poems and an essay, or both an essay and a book review, or both poems and a book review.
- Previously published is also fine, as long as it was in print, not online, and as long as you as the author retain all copyright. Because we strive to be the first online publisher of your work, if it has appeared anywhere that is publicly accessible on the web (including on your blog) then it is considered previously published. Please feel free to contact us and we will provide clarification on a case-by-case basis.
- We acquire one-time, non-exclusive rights to publish your work, at which time all rights revert back to you as the author. If we should ever decide to create a print anthology and would like to include your work, we will contact you.
- If accepted for inclusion you may be asked to provide a brief contributor's statement. (See past issues for examples of what we mean.)
- Please note that we are a non-paying market.
- No snail mail submissions. All submissions must come through our online submissions manager.
Congratulations! Wish we could nominate all of you!
Deadline for this issue: January 31, 2015
Expect a response within 1 - 3 months after close of submissions. If you have not heard from us after this time period please feel free to inquire.
(Editor's note: We seem to be running longer and longer on response times; please don't take this as a sign that we don't like your work - take it as a sign that the editor is overworked. This journal is a labor of love, and as such, sometimes has to make way for other things. Your patience and understanding is appreciated.)
The details:
- Please submit 1 to 5 poems, 1 craft essay, and/or 1 book review, using the forms below.
- Please include a brief third-person bio in your cover letter.
- Simultaneous submissions are fine as long as we are notified promptly when work is accepted elsewhere, but please no multiple submissions. The only exceptions to this rule is if you are submitting both poems and an essay, or both an essay and a book review, or both poems and a book review.
- Previously published is also fine, as long as it was in print, not online, and as long as you as the author retain all copyright. Because we strive to be the first online publisher of your work, if it has appeared anywhere that is publicly accessible on the web (including on your blog) then it is considered previously published. Please feel free to contact us and we will provide clarification on a case-by-case basis.
- We acquire one-time, non-exclusive rights to publish your work, at which time all rights revert back to you as the author. If we should ever decide to create a print anthology and would like to include your work, we will contact you.
- If accepted for inclusion you may be asked to provide a brief contributor's statement exploring your view of disobedience in literature . (See past issues for examples of what we mean.)
- Please note that we are a non-paying market.
- No snail mail submissions. All submissions must come through our online submissions manager.
Submit to Poemeleon: A Journal of Poetry
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~Cati
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Dear Cati,
I'm responding to your call for the blog and send the following
postcard from Bangalore. I'm looking forward to seeing what others
write and, of course, to the upcoming issue!
All the best,
Ellen Kombiyil
Postcard from Bangalore
It's a summer of mosquitos, newly hatched.
They settle on the hibiscus, the spider plants,
the freshly laundered sheets & Catholic school pants
wicking in the sun. I wondered where all the birds
were coming from: the shrubs, twitching, the tiny
seismic avalanches of twigs as birds hop, feasting,
branch to branch. Even the woodpecker that for days
I heard but never saw, appeared in my yard,
tall & sleek with feet like pen strokes. I should be writing
this down, how the lawn erupts in upward flight
when I step out: mosquitos disperse like
a rising inflection and bulbuls flit
inside dense bougainvillea. It crisscrosses
like a basket, like a cage, like the ribs of a whale.
Ellen Kombiyil, born and raised in Syracuse, New York, and a graduate of the University of Chicago, Ellen Kombiyil’s poetry has recently appeared in 2river, Beloit Poetry Journal, Juked, and MiPOesias, among others. She currently lives in India with her husband and two children.
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Hi Cati,
Thank you for this. Although, I did discover how creatively and technologically challenged I am, when I could neither make an ecard work, nor create my first ever power point [which looks like it might be fun].
My Summer Steno Notebook Contents
We're on the road, I-85, Atlanta to New Orleans
and beignets and exotic drinks and oysters, and more oysters.
I research dog days, buzzards, and wild turkeys, on the I-pad,
for poems I am working on for upcoming prompts.
Next Starbucks, Mobile.
In New Orleans strolling the French Quarter...
Plaque in store:
Drove my Chevy
to the levee
but the levee
was gone.
I make notes for a then and now poem. I remember then.
We're on I-10 heading for San Antonio. I plot the next
Starbucks, Lafayette, or Beaumont? I take notes on what I see
as we drive. The water in the bayous is lower this year.
San Antonio. We stop here, stay a while, visit family,
babysit our new grand-daughter. I go through my notes,
work on a couple of poems. Mostly, I rehearse reading poems
and what I am going to say about my mentor, Jack Penha,
at Origami Poetry Project's 3rd anniversary celebration
the 24th of June. I try not to think about audiences as I rough out
'what I wrote on my vacation,' for Poemeleon's Blog.
July 2nd, I head for Walnut Creek, California, and my
mother, a month and a place where I can unformat myself.
I write poems for The Sunday Whirl, as I do every week.
It's good practice, a muscle stretcher.
I consider my poetry, go through my notebook –
it settles me while my brain takes stock.
I decide which poems to develop,
which need revision,
where I will submit what,
and dream about a chapbook.
Regards and a lovely summer to you and everyone who works on Poemeleon -- margo roby
ketchup from a quarter pounder with cheese
Margo Roby spent the first twenty years of her life in Hong Kong, where her parents met and married and stayed. She spent the second twenty years of her life following her army husband around the world with their two children. The second twenty overlapped with the third by two years. Her husband’s last posting was Jakarta, Indonesia and when he retired he joined her teaching at the international school. She lived there twenty years. Now she is living in Atlanta. Her husband still teaches at the international school and she retired from teaching, so she can now concentrate her energy her poetry. Her words can be found here: http://margoroby.wordpress.com
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Hi, Cati et al at Poemeleon - you asked. I will answer.
I don't have to go anywhere - I live in Hawaii, on the island of Oahu, over the mountains from Waikiki,within an easy 15 minute walk of a lovely beach and forested beach park - sunshine and shadows - perfect.
I'm bragging. Yes, I am. Can't help it. My husband and I and our large cat moved here five years ago from L.A. My husband and I are retired. The cat isn't. He earns his keep by stalking cockroaches, showing us how playful they can be, and then eating them. I know that some who read about this will screw up their faces and hiss, 'ewwwwww!' But cockroaches are a fact of life in Hawaii. Only malihinis (newcomers) are bugged (pun intended, but not a good one) by them. They are in the hidden cracks and crevices of the cleanest houses, the ones with the most poison bait put out for them, as well as in the dark corners of the Chinese restaurant kitchen, the public restrooms at the mall, in fact, everywhere.
I won't poison because I don't want Mr. Katt to catch and eat a roach stuffed with poison.
Paradise!
I'm writing poetry, working on a memoir (which I hide from myself so that I can say I can't find it to work on it), and writing critique, and an occasional flash piece, for the Internet Writering Workshop Practice forum.
Speaking of writing, here's what I wrote last night - spurred by a couple of very dark poems written by friends:
Getting Through the Apocalypse
When it comes,
the Apocalypse,
I'm going to stay
in my room and write.
I will close the windows,
and pull the drapes
so that I won't suffer
the sight
of the sun's demise,
lightning flashes in the skies,
or hear the drear sound
of the rabble, unwise
in its desire to avoid the fire,
to escape, to run,
to find a gun
and shoot someone, just for fun.
Satellites will blink off,
one by one, taking with them
e-mail, phone and texting,
suggesting that the end is near.
Power will go, then water,
then roving gangs will fight for food,
and it will be no good
driving to get away
because it's the last day,
no food, no gas, and you couldn't go
fast enough to escape
those horses, anyway,
the forces of the end,
coming in the night,
and that's why, come the Apocalypse
I'll stay in my room and write.
On paper, with a pen
by candle light.
Sorry about the rhyme, but I'm not to blame - it intruded itself.
Oh and the other thing I'm doing is learning Japanese. My husband is Japanese, and we go to Japan a couple of times a year. I've got enough pidgen Japanese to get around and be polite, but couldn't really hold a conversation. And of course, I was illiterate, which drove me nuts. But I found a tutor on Craig's List (what a wonderful resource). She's a native speaker, trained at the University of Hawaii to teach Japanese to foreigners, and she's very good. Nice person, and very good teacher. She plunged me into the study by insisting that we do everything in Japanese characters. Slow start as I learned the two 46-character syllabaries so that I could use the text. Now we write notes to each other in kana. I'm teaching myself kanji, the complex characters that Japan borrowed from China. It's fascinating. And I'm finding that I can read things meant for the Japanese visitors to our island - the other day I read a little hand-written sign that a fast food place was offering 'acai bowls' and that another store (Aloha wear and swimsuits) was offering a free sarong with any purchase of $50 or more.
I can't remember learning to read English, but it couldn't have been any more satisfying that this. I'm having such fun, and my husband has developed a sort of fatherly attitude toward me and my questions. I think he's secretly proud of me. Keeps telling me that no one in Japan willl care if I used the language correctly, and I keep telling him that not only am I doing it for myself, and hang the Japanese, but that I also would like to understand what's going on around me, what people are saying, what the signage says.
We're going for a few weeks in late September and I'm really looking forward to it. I'm very lucky though to have a Japanese speaker at home.
Anything else? Well, I didn't swim at our beach yesterday because the winds had blown in a herd of Portuguese Man O'War jellyfish. I've been stung enough to know to stay out of the water while they're visiting. Poor things. They don't propel themselves, have no control over where they go, they just float, and if we get in the way of their yards-long tenticles, we suffer. And they're practically invisible. When they're around I swim laps in the town recreation pool - Olympic size, sometimes heated, and free to anyone, townie or not. Isn't that nice?
I'm trying to find out how to trap a mongoose - we have them, and I'd just like to see one up close. I'll let him go afterward. So I'm researching their habits and food preferences. On some of my morning walks I've see a feral cat, pretty little black thing (we have lots of feral cats on the island - sad) hiding behind a trash can, watching a mongoose (looks sort of like a ferret - skitters low to the ground), waiting to pounce. That cat is probably hungry enough to eat a mongoose. But some kind ladies bring cat kibble every few days and water, so the cats stay more or less healthy and alive.
This is probably much more than you wanted. But I had a little break in my day - have done my 4 mi morning walk and seen the sun come up and turn the whole sky gold, I mean, goldy-gold! It was blindingly beautiful. Then I hurried home, saw a lone frigate bird surfing the air currents at about 1,000 feet, and got back just in time for my husband to present me with my morning papaya - which was incredible. This must be the right season. They're so sweet. The deal is that I wash the dishes, so I did, and then did some Japanese homework, memorization of sentence patterns - the verb comes at the end and the adjectives conjugate!!! And then came upstairs to check e-mail - and there you were.
And this is what I have to offer. It's not that I don't have friends, even other writers, to talk to here, it's just this was a perfect time for me. Hope that you enjoy this ramble. But you are in control and can always just close it.
May your summer be a delight, full of ease and pleasure and satisfaction.
Aloha
Alice Folkart
Alice Folkart writes lives and writes in a suburb of Los Angeles,California. Her fiction and poetry have appeared in a number of on-line literary journals including, Poems Niederngasse, Nights and Weekends, Ken Again, Laughter Loaf, The Taj Mahal Review (Hindi translation), Long Story Short and 7 Beats a Second. Alice is working on revisions of her first novel and co-directs the Perfect Day for Poetry Internet poetry workshop on Blueline.
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