THE POET BY DAY

Monthly Archives: August 2017

Say this city has ten million souls, Some are living in mansions, some are living in holes: Yet there’s no place for us, my dear, yet there’s no place for us. Once we had a country and we thought it fair, Look in the atlas and you’ll find it there: We cannot go there now, my dear, we cannot go there now. In the village churchyard there grows an old yew, Every… Read More

i belong to the wind, to grandmother moon to the vision of the hawk, the depth of the sea i am the heart of a lion drinking the sun i am the true journey, the undiscovered path i am the life in the fox, centered and silent, apparent in the stillness between breaths i am the flame of meaning that lights the night see me with your old soul, your wise owl eyes… Read More

Mangos and gardens, smiles and doorbells, all factor into the responses to the last Wednesday Writing Prompt, August 23, Neighbors by poets and writers sharing their talent, perspective and stories. Enjoy! … and join us tomorrow for the next prompt. All are invited to take part and share their responses, which are always published here on the following Tuesday. Poem on … His Catapult Neighbour’s lad gets a grin out of pot shots at birdlife… Read More

CALLS FOR SUBMISSIONS Opportunity Knocks LUMINA LITERARY JOURNAL (Sarah Lawrence College) states that its mission “has always been to create a journal where the experimental and traditional are celebrated together, transforming into something innovative and exciting.” Submissions are open through November 5 for the next issue. The theme is “Resistance,” which the editors define as “resisting political powers, social norms, destructive impulses, negative influences, the desire to give up, or something else.”… Read More