I took this photo at Moe’s Books in Berkeley, CA. Michael is the gentleman in the hat and Terri is the lovely woman with the camera. Michael Rothenberg and Terri Carrion are cofounders of 100tpc. If you came up in the ’60s and especially if you are a Beat fan, you’ll recognize others in the photograph.

Michael Rothenberg is an American poet, songwriter, editor, and active environmentalist. Born inMiami Beach, Florida, Rothenberg received his Bachelor of Arts in English at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. Afterward, he moved to California in 1976, where he began “Shelldance Orchid Gardens”, an orchid and bromeliad nursery. In 2016, Rothenberg moved to Tallahassee, Florida. In 1993 he received his MA in Poetics at New College of California. In 1989, Rothenberg and artist Nancy Davis began Big Bridge Press, a fine print literary press, publishing works by Jim Harrison, Joanne Kyger, Allen Ginsberg, Philip Whalen and others. Rothenberg is editor of Big Bridge, a webzine of poetry. Rothenberg is also co-editor and co-founder of Jack Magazine.



“Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?” Charles Bukowski, Post Office


  • Opportunity Knocks replaces Sunday Announcements. This week there are no contest/competition announcements
  • Links to articles, events and news of interest to poets and writers are regularly published on The Poet by Day FaceBook Page.  
  • You are welcome (encouraged) to share your work and announcements on The BeZine Arts and Humanities FaceBook Group Discussion Page.
  • Submissions to The BeZine, June 2019 issue are open. Submissions should be emailed to bardogroup@gmail.com.  A detailed announcement will post soon. For now: June 2019 issue, Deadline June 10th. Theme: Sustainability; September 2019 issue, Opens for submission July 1st, Deadline September 10th, Theme: Human Rights/Social Justice
  • Join us for this week’s WEDNESDAY WRITING PROMPT


AGNI ONLINE, a literary publication of Boston University, publishes essays, fiction, hybrid, and poetry and is open for submission through May 31st. No submission fees. Paying market. Details HERE.

THE CHERRY TREE, a National Literary Journal @ Washington College, publishes poetry, fiction, creative nonfiction, and literary shade and is open for readings between August 1 and October 1 (mark your calendar). Payment: $20 and copies. No submission fee. Details HERE.

BLACK WARRIOR REVIEW, a publication of the MFA Program in Creative Writing at University of Alabama, Tuscaloosa, publishes fiction, nonfiction, poetry, comics, and art twice yearly. The next reading period is June 1 through September 1 (market your calendar). Submission fee. Paying market. Details HERE.

HYPERALLERGIC describes itself as offering a  “playful, serious, and radical perspective on art and culture in the world today.” Details on how freelancers can pitch ideas are HERE.

LEMON THEORY, The Digital Magazine “Our Troops,” publishes the work of “officers, responders and those who make the community a safer place. This doesn’t have to be United Sttes based, we want to publish stories on an international standpoint.” English only. No submission fee. No payment. Details HERE.

LUNCH TICKET, the online literary and art journal of the MFA Program at Antioch University, publishes creative nonfiction, fiction, flash prose, literary translation, visual art, and writing for young people. No submission fee. No payment. Details HERE.

NARRATIVE MAGAZINE publishes poetry, fiction and nonfiction and has open calls in several categories and others that will open shortly. Entry/submission fees. Cash awards. Paying Market. Further details HERE.

SPRY LITERARY JOURNAL is looking for “concise, experimental, hybrid, or flashy” work “modern … vintage.”  This journal publishes creative nonfiction, fiction, poetry, flash, and art. No submission fee. Details HERE.

ZiN DAILY, Literature Happens Every Day is “the living document and online creative laboratory of ZVONA i NARI, where literature happens every day. ZiN Daily is specifically looking for boundary- and border-crossing work that illuminates underexplored connections between different segments of culture. Send us work that will electrify our readers, as we build a common platform for mutual solidarity and exchange.” This publication based in Ližnjan, Croatia is open to submissions from writers around the world writing in “Bosnian, Croatian, English, French, German, Italian, Montenegrin, Serbian and Slovenian, or any playful combination of these languages.” ZiN Daily publishes stories, essays, articles, reviews, and poems. No submission fee. No payment. Details HERE.



Sixties montage.

“I was lucky to live in New York when it was dangerous and edgy and cheap enough to play host to young, penniless artists. That was the era of “coffee shops” as they were defined in New York—cheap restaurants open round the clock where you could eat for less than it would cost to cook at home. That was the era of ripped jeans and dirty T-shirts, when the kind of people who are impressed by material signs of success were not the people you wanted to know.” Edmund White, City Boy: My Life in New York in the 1960s and ’70s

Dear Zorch,


No ~

it’s not the sixties anymore. It is a decade of upheaval

and people inflamed and lands laid bare.

Sea levels are rising and the

99% walk desiccated paths.


Once, you jockeyed in suits and ties

while I sat pregnant with poems,

just seventeen

the most unhappening girl in New York,

that most happening town.


We never did walk The Village streets for sips

of espresso in eccentric cafés, places

where Gibran Khalil Gibran might have lounged.

So okay, that was my dream. Yours was

Wall Street and manicured lawns in Westbury.


These days

there are strangers living in the old home place.

Our favorite stores are shuttered.

Our hip fashions are vintage.

Our parents have gone the way of all souls.

They never did hear

their truth over the cacophony of rote prayer.

You were happy to embrace high finance in place of Mystery.

Now though,

the future grows short


word is …

you’ve taken Pascal’s Wager.



we sang “make love not war,”


the power mongering persists, just a habit I imagine,

as another generation marches into conflicts

under leadership

ignorant and vain, immoral and vulgar.

Tell me, did we get what we deserve?


I guess everything’s changed and nothing has.

No matter after all, fifty years of goodbyes.

The last goodbye now pending.


Yours truly,

Bright Eyes


© 2019, Jamie Dedes


Write a poem that gives us a strong sense of time and place and how you and/or the times have changed.

Share your poem/s on theme in the comments section below or leave a link to it/them. All poems on theme are published on the first Tuesday following the current Wednesday Writing Prompt. (Please no oddly laid-out poems.)

 No poems submitted through email or Facebook will be published. 

IF this is your first time joining us for The Poet by Day, Wednesday Writing Prompt, please send a brief bio and photo to me at thepoetbyday@gmail.com to introduce yourself to the community … and to me :-). These are partnered with your poem/s on first publication.

PLEASE send the bio ONLY if you are with us on this for the first time AND only if you have posted a poem (or a link to one of yours) on theme in the comments section below.  

Deadline:  Monday, April 30 by 8 pm Pacific Standard Time.

Anyone may take part Wednesday Writing Prompt, no matter the status of your career: novice, emerging or pro.  It’s about exercising the poetic muscle, showcasing your work, and getting to know other poets who might be new to you. This is a discerning non-judgemental place to connect.

You are welcome – encouraged – to share your poems in a language other than English but please accompany it with a translation into English.


New Year

A stellar poem today from The BeZiner team member, John Anstie … Enjoy!


Same Rivers, New Waters …

Last year passed the golden glove
You know, the one with a fist of iron.
She wanted no more of it. Nor I.
Those glossy, glittering, glistening,
shining products of a golden age
had lost their sheen and the age of
growth and worshipping at the alter of
God. Demands. Profit. … is so last year.

Meanwhile, in the town, at Star Books,
reading over our tax-free coffee,
batting ideas on who could pay the bill
and how you make your money work,
if only we had some …

Consumption was her daily bread
and the disease that strangled
generations, who died of terminal debt.

The improper death of innocents,
but where is their misplaced virtue.
Are they free of blame … still free?
May be no more, and yet we must
pay due heed to plant the seed of hope.
To fight for nourishment…

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