25 Magazines accepting nontraditional poetry and creative writing

Most editors are happy to answer questions regarding submissions. If a lit mag seems like a good fit for your work and it happens to be a collaboration, found poem, or other more nontraditional form, contact them via email or on other social media to ask if they are open to such forms. If you […] via 25 lit mags to submit nontraditional & found poetry — Trish Hopkinson Continue reading 25 Magazines accepting nontraditional poetry and creative writing

Amy Lowell “To A Friend”

I ask but one thing of you, only one, That always you will be my dream of you; That never shall I wake to find untrue All this I have believed and rested on, Forever vanished, like a vision gone Out into the night. Alas, how few There are who strike in us a chord we knew Existed, but so seldom heard its tone We tremble at the half-forgotten sound. The world is full of rude awakenings And heaven-born castles shattered to the ground, Yet still our human longing vainly clings To a belief in beauty through all wrongs. O … Continue reading Amy Lowell “To A Friend”

We are lying here like virgins,

who will close the distance between us? Everything we say is small talk when you think what we’ll be doing after words… My lips have made their way to yours and we are siphoning your secrets with acute hunger our tongues fail to resist the urge to caress sweeping along each other; wet and eager to please. your mouth is only a sample. My hands are bold to acquaint themselves with the likes of you, ecstatic to become familiar with that smooth skin, my nails will sign it soon enough, my palms will warm it, knuckles kneading deeply all the … Continue reading We are lying here like virgins,

Double Not

I tie a ribbon in a foolish way, draw on the most frayed, pulling taut our damaged heart strings, hand painted with altered memories where we still laugh and wish… for the dulcet notes of deceit to cease and enough truth to get through these knots in the web we wove. I tried to undo them with my mouth alone, gnawed at the ends, loosened it up a bit but it’s still tied and bittersweet, on my tongue remains the delicious fragility of this travesty. Continue reading Double Not