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Snappy Publisher of Poetry and Illustration. Currently closed for submissions* * *. Some poems drag you straight to the precipice; that dizzy feeling of excitement as each line sends you falling into the writer’s hands. They have gripped you. It is the feeling of a hand running down your thigh; a rollercoaster dipping over the edge; a sunset view with a half-drunk head. These are the poems we want to read. Now for the devil’s bits…. Payment is one contributor copy. We aim to respond to all submissions wi...
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Snappy Publisher of Poetry and Illustration. October 14, 2011. Alligator Stew Issue 3: Submissions Now Open! Posted by alligatorstew under Uncategorized. It’s that time again. Yes, Alligator Stew has opened her box and is awaiting delivery of your poetry. From the dust covered corners, to the unemployment queues, she calls to you to bring your world into the beautiful, hand-crafted pages she delivers. With your help this will be the most handsome issue yet. June 28, 2011. There are 90 sets available, but...
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Tag Archives: smoke ’em outta their hole. January 13, 2013. The Devil You Know, Or The Devil You Don’t Know. Scratch free from winter. Ground, through a topsoil of candy wrappers. Faded from the elements, soda cans,. Rotting apples, leaves. Like soggy cereal, and pebbles placed. Just so – as if a convenience just for. Brittle, dirty nails brush aside. Of frost, countless years. Of bickering spouses, sorrow. Diluted with the tears of strangling grief,. Our New Grief,. Made fool by Prozac,. Relenting ricoc...
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September 13, 2012. Tags: do buckets run out. April 14, 2011. August 23, 2010. Patrick Nathan from Xenith Interviews Yours Truly. Http:/ www.xenith.net/columns/int/interview-with-jenifer-wills-on-the-most-recent-release-from-literarymary/. May 2, 2010. Male, Pale and Old. Jeremy Brunger –. Look for a link in the coming weeks…. February 2, 2010. Literary Mary is back…. Also, LiteraryMary Newsletter issue #28. If you haven’t been in a while, come hang out. Too Rare to Die. Notes from a Glaswegian Immaturity.
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September 13, 2012. Tags: do buckets run out. August 4, 2009. LiteraryMary – Thirty Line Story Line by Line. You can have fun with us to0, maybe, if you’d like. He Used to Ride Out and Dispossess His Tenants as the Spirit Moved Him. Not Just Romantic Separation, But Also the Death of Family Members. Too Rare to Die. Three Hundred and Sixty-Five (Thank You). Notes from a Glaswegian Immaturity. Word Springs – Glenda Fralin. Skidding Through the Mud Incognito. Follow Blog via Email. Blog at WordPress.com.
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Softly, Gently | jenifer.wills
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February 14, 2013. And butter mint, eyes. Of a thief, not Japanese. His soul, heavy. Upon me, my heart. Struggling, expanding. My love. Holds it safely, rolls. And sways me, rubs. Aching ribs, he. Twists the time, arms. Thrice around me, my right. Now for sleeping – sleep. Of bruised lips, we sleep. He paints my night. Sky, and blazons our waking. This entry was posted on Thursday, February 14th, 2013 at 3:13 pm and tagged with colorful. And posted in poetry. Salt to Salt ». February 14th, 2013 at 5:12 pm.
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August 14, 2016. He Used to Ride Out and Dispossess His Tenants as the Spirit Moved Him. She tried to push love through. His skin, thin like an insomniac’s. Two am, inject it into the tiny ridges. Of wrinkles or will it through age. Spots gathered like sad men in strip. Clubs alone, breathe it into his mouth, save. Him from death sleep, speaking. To bereft only he could. See, roll it like fog down his. Rinsing the rigidity from his. Opiates in his mortified. Toes, but his body. Always pushed it back.
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I Can’t Not Watch | jenifer.wills
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January 6, 2013. I Can’t Not Watch. She could have been. Me, plain, a white sheet. Beating its wings against. The sun and breeze. Hollowed egg shell smiling. Fiercely at the day. In the calm of night,. The wispy quiet of stars and air. By the absence the sun. Table in the bar’s dim. Light, the rain waiting. Like a heater left on seventy. When someone forgot to close. The door. Here shadows dull. And soften his face,. I reel myself back, pin. My brain to my sleeve,. Force my mind from. Spread just so,.
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