Call for submissions: IF I Poetry and Prose Series

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OVERVIEW: While listening to the radio recently, I heard several songs in a row that started with the words “If I.” This made me think of other songs and poems that begin the same way — and reflect on how these two little words can lead to very big insights.  We want to hear about your “If I” musings for the Silver Birch Press IF I Poetry & Prose Series. The prompt leaves a lot of room for interpretation — anything from wishful thinking (e.g., If I had a million dollars), to rewriting the past (If I had gone to law school), to something that you’d like to do (If I move to Paris).

PROMPT: Tell us about your “If I” musings in a poem (any reasonable length) or prose piece (300 words or fewer — this word limit also applies to prose poems).

WHAT: Submissions can be original or previously…

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More bystander advice

Feminist Philosophers

This is also excellent advice about what to do if witnessing racial (or any other abuse) in public, currently being shared on Facebook:

This is for all my friends in UK who will either be subjected to or witness this more and more. Some tips on dealing with being a spectator. NEVER engage the perpetrator. He (and it is usually he) is looking for confrontation. Instead speak to the person he is abusing. Say hello. Introduce yourself. Shake his or her hand. And just stand with them. Keep talking. About anything. Weather. Bus schedules. Football. This kind of bullying never works against a group of people having a conversation. Usually a single person travelling or a mom with a kid or maximum, two women are targetted. Form a group of people with and around them if you can. Don’t tell them they are not alone. Just don’t let them be…

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Call for submissions: WHEN I MOVED Poetry & Prose Series

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MOVED SERIES1OVERVIEW: Moving from one location to another can bring about a range of emotions and experiences — and we want to hear all about it in the Silver Birch Press WHEN I MOVED Poetry and Prose Series.

PROMPT: Tell us about a memorable move in a poem (any reasonable length) or prose piece (300 words or fewer — this word limit also applies to prose poems).

WHAT: Submissions can be original or previously published poems or prose. You retain all rights to your work and give Silver Birch Press permission to publish the piece on social media and in a potential print edition.

WHEN: We’ll feature the poems and prose in the Silver Birch Press WHEN I MOVED Poetry and Prose Series on our blog starting in August 2016 . We’ll also feature the work on Twitterand Facebook.

HOW TO SUBMIT: Email one poem or prose piece…

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Call for submissions: BEACH AND POOL MEMORIES Poetry and Prose Series

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BPSERIES LOGO1OVERVIEW: Summer is just around the corner, so let’s get in the swim with the Silver Birch Press BEACH & POOL MEMORIES Poetry and Prose Series. Most of us have vivid memories of times at the beach or community swimming pool — learning to swim (or trying to!), getting sunburned, hanging out with friends, making sandcastles, flirting with a stranger, or wearing a very wrong (or very right) swimsuit. We want to learn all the details!

PROMPT: Tell us about your beach and pool memories in a poem (any reasonable length) or prose piece (300 words or fewer — this word limit also applies to prose poems).

WHAT: Submissions can be original or previously published poems or prose. You retain all rights to your work and give Silver Birch Press permission to publish the piece on social media and in a potential print edition.

WHEN: We’ll feature the poems…

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The Density of Salt by Kate Garrett: A Review

This is a stunning anthology!

Heart, What Art Are You?

Title: The Density of Salt

Author: Kate Garrett

Genre: Poetry chapbook

Publisher: Indigo Dreams Publishing LTD

Number of pages: 34

Recommended age: 13 +

Contains: Sexual references


I almost fell asleep reading this: not because it was tedious or even boring to read, but because “The Density of Salt” was like a visual lullaby. If that makes sense. Everything around me just fell away (although general tiredness may have played a small part).

This chapbook definitely has some key elements that I look for when buying poetry chapbooks. The language is simple but evocative, making “The Density of Salt” a wonderful chapbook for readers who have limited to no experience reading poetry. The poems’ underlying themes were also not too difficult to decipher, which I guess you could say is a huge plus.

You can take pleasure in the simple sounds that the poems create. See this one, Eighteen Years…

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Cinnabar Wings

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Cinnabar Wings

 

cinnabar wings

beating out

arrhythmic love

on a petrified heart

factional soul mates

behemoth burns

a cloying shadow

silhouetting souls

reflected, distorted

moth to the flame

 

© Cinnabar Wings 28.06.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Circle Dance

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Circle Dance

 

Tell me why we dance the round

fingertips touching

feet on the ground.

This sweet wine tastes

of bitter allows

mother’s ruin,

sloes and arrows.

We spin around

and you leave me reeling,

the Judas kiss

was still deceiving.

I pledged to you

a barbed ring oath,

life shot me down

and stole your troth.

 

© Circle Dance  October 2014

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

 

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#100peoplepoems part 28: Liz

This is an awesome poem:) For Liz

One Hundred Days Of Poetry


For Liz

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Some people speak in fairysong.

Dance widdershins, their heads thrown back.

Flap sequinwings but never fly.

All rainbowheaded, sparklyeyed

These flowerchildren: how they try,

They check the glass to see how high

They never fly. They’ll never fly.

But you were born with tinselwings,

With streetlamps shining in your eyes.

The magic found in common things

Ridiculous and warm and wise.

You shone so briefly, flew so high.

A supernovabutterfly.

I will not cry. I will not cry.

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The Hula-Hoop of Hindrance

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Hello dear friends – well it has been a testing couple of weeks – hefty car repair bill, washing machine repairs, cancelled appointments, a funeral, and now I think I am coming down with a lurgy!

This is an old poem, but it always makes me smile. I wrote it on retreat and it is a metaphor for being inhibited and restricted by our habits. I hope it makes you smile too:)

Hula-Hooping

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Hula-Hoop of Hindrance

 

I saw it in the playground,

when I was only three,

the hula-hoop of hindrance,

resting by a tree.

 

It was pretty, pink, and sparkly,

with unicorns and glitter,

it even had, ‘go faster’ stripes,

so I could hula quicker.

 

I put it ‘round my tiny waist,

and hula’d round the yard,

little did I realise,

that it would make life hard.

 

I learned to love my hula-hoop,

though I was only four,

when I went to bed at night,

I’d leave it by the door.

 

I realised when I was five

(and also at aged six)

that I had been quite naïve

my hula habit fixed.

 

This went on – my dearest friends,

throughout my adult life,

attachment to my hula-hoop,

caused me so much strife.

 

When cooking in the kitchen,

and trying to eat my dinner,

my hula hoop got in the way,

and I just grew much thinner.

 

and when I met my boyfriend,

I’d hula-hoop for joy,

but holding hands whilst hula-ing,

well… the romance is destroyed.

 

Showering or getting dressed,

at work, at home, at play,

my pretty, sparkly hula-hoop,

was always in the way.

 

When I went upon retreat,

there was no problem there;

for there were many hula hoops,

that we could swap and share!

 

Then, Maitripala gave a talk,

about the hula habit,

if we can see the gateway….

the freedom’s there, so grab it!!

 

The moral of this story,

is not too clear to see,

but if you choose a skipping rope,

you can set yourself free.

 

One day I hope my hula-hoop,

will rest against that tree,

and if you choose to have a go,

it’s going, gratis, free!!

 

© The Hula-Hoop of Hindrance 17.06.2014

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

 

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