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Submissions are now OPEN! We await your work. 🦐
I want to feel loved. I want to hold hands and go to trendy places. I want to open the #door of my cute little house with a cute white fence, greet my dog and laugh at his whole body wag, feed my cat right away, so she won't go on a rampage. I want to live a dream.
My debut poetry collection is available for pre-order. You should buy it. It's had some good reviews from @ToriaGarbutt @louisethepoet and @mikegarry... and I didn't even have to pay 'em! https://twitter.com/wbphull/status/1434170727813558273
COMING SOON: Scraps by Carla Mellor @poetryfortppl “Carla reminds us to love our rough edges and embrace the imperfect. A candid and crucial first collection from a bright new voice.” - Toria Garbutt @ToriaGarbutt #poetry #publishing #newbook https://wreckingballpress.com/product/scraps/
I can't believe I made it to the longlist... It's crazy to see my name among my haiku heroes. Congrats to everyone! Congrats to me lol! https://twitter.com/TrailblazerCont/status/1437098454375968768
Congratulations to everyone who made the longlist! We had 406 entries from 30 countries and the above poets wrote the poems that generated the most discussion among our 9 judges. If your poem made the list, please be patient while we make our final decisions. If your poem is 1/ 2
Looking forward to celebrating @CultureNightMon on Friday w/@poetryjukebox & reading with @al_mac_e & @jakimccarrick @kavanaghcentre📚✏️ I'll be reading new poems from The Poison Glen @TheGalleryPress! Supported by @artscouncil_ie + @MonaghanCoCo @darrenmccreesh @EithneHand
‘To be become a dragon, first wear its skin’ from @cynthiawmiller’s ‘Honorifics’
I’m thrilled to have a poem accepted for publication in the brilliant literary magazine @NELLE_Journal ✨
"You are neither here nor there, / A hurry through which known and strange things pass / As big soft buffetings come at the car sideways / And catch the heart off guard and blow it open."
"Postscript" by Seamus Heaney:
"#War— what is it good for?— absolutely nothing," he hummed, sat in his corner office. The intercom rang. He pressed speaker.
"Requesting authorization for the sale of 50 crates of ammunition."
"Don't forget to add our mark-up."
He hung up. Maybe something, he thought.