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Three by Debasis Mukhopadhyay, author of “kyrie eleison or all robins taken out of context”

Debasis Mukhopadhyay

“I walk slowly, like one who comes from so far away he doesn’t expect to arrive.” Jorge Luis Borges in Boast of quietness


I am pleased and honored to introduce DEBASIS MUKHOPADHYAY (between ink and inkblot) here today, though I suspect there are many who already know his work.

Debasis is the author of the chapbook “kyrie eleison or all robins taken out of context(Finishing Line Press, 2017). His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in journals & anthologies, including Posit, Words DanceThe Curly Mind (UK), Erbacce (UK), Strange Poetry (UK), Yellow Chair ReviewI Am Not A Silent Poet (UK), The New Verse News, Rat’s Ass Review : Love & Ensuing Madness, Writers Against Prejudice (UK), Manneqüin.HaüsAlgebra of Owls (UK), The Skinny Poetry JournalOf/With : Journal of Immanent Renditions, Anapest JournalCommunicators League (Nigeria), No Tribal Dance (UK), Quatrain.Fish, Duane’s Poe TreeWalking Is Still Honest, Leaving My Shadow : A Tribute to Anna AkhmatovaThirteen Myna BirdsWhale Road Review, The Apache Poetry Blog (Sweden), Scarlet Leaf ReviewSilver Birch Press, The Bitchin’ Kitsch, Foliate Oak, Eunoia Review, Revolution John, Fragments of Chiaroscuro, Down in the Dirt, With Painted Words (UK), The Wagon MagazineSnapping Twig, Words Surfacing, Praxis, Apple Fruits of an Old Oak, and Voice of Monarch Butterflies. His work has been nominated for the Best of the Net.

He was born in India & spent many years of his life in Kolkata (Calcutta), where he began writing poems. A fair number of poems in pora gach o megh oré, his debut collection of poetry in Bengali (Art Publishing,  2005), date back to this time of his life in India. Debasis holds a PhD in literary studies from Université Laval, Québec, Canada. His doctoral thesis constitutes an instance of multidisciplinary approach, exploring the linkage between two broad themes of social epistemology : travel and spatiality. The work is focused on the analysis of the Occidental subjectivity’s search for self and its perception of spatiality through Third World travel. The thesis can be found here :

Voyage à la Rencontre de la misère et pouvoir d’attraction de l’espace de l’Autre. Calcutta dans l’imaginaire occidental contemporain – étude de cas: Le chant de Kali et La Cité de la joie (Travel to Meet With The Poor and The Power Of Attraction of The Space of the Other. Calcutta in the Contemporary Western Imagination – A Case Study of Song of Kali and La Cité De La Joie).

Debases now lives in Montreal with his wife and his son. When his hand turns poetry, he just walks up to Monnet’s poppy field against the wall & bends down to swaying flowers thinking of the words gone in blood. When he is not writing, his best inspiration turns out to be what Xu Schen wrote (58 CE  ̶  ca. 147 CE) : “Ink, whose semantic component isearth‘, is black.”

Connect with Debasis at debmukhop@yahoo.ca or @dbasis_m on Twitter.



India journal

New Delhi : to get more than the dawn

a red tulle body flaring up.

the mosquito net

white & whooshing at times

& this foundry of wings of mosquitoes

now ready for the spilled over blood.

here sun.

somewhere birds crack the sky

dawn what I fear has never been so late

 

kid’s head buried in my chest.

do I know

what’s to cry like a bleating sheep

broken lines unfurls K’s poems in my thoughts

obliterating the bleeding sun dissolving into now a distant hum

very soon a cacophonous mix

what’s K to make of it in his poems

I think of the young poet of Kolkata.

somewhere the oblique overpasses ask for boundless love

slogging through memories

snuffing out the first azan of the day & the litanies of the stray dogs

 

kid’s skull rolls on my chest

his eyes waking to dawn

what’s that poet to make of it

kid’s eyes etched on his notebook page

which is perhaps whiter than the mosquito net now emptied like times

when I used to live in this land

& never had to step inside.

tomorrow I would be again in Kolkata

brushing dust from a palimpsest 

today I would just pass the day

Kipling Sahib gazing hatefully on New Delhi

the breeze stirring a tattered liana of madhabilata

high up among the colonial columns

dust on dust

to creep through

Kolkata : the waterboarding 

K’s poems are now bowing lower than this plane

bleeding off its speed

the cinnamon colored brick kilns look plastered by a green

that feels so unwanted in a blood brick telecast on BBC

years of rising smoke have gnawed the moulded bricks but the green

green green so green that I turn to Lorca’s ballad

& cry like a fool unheeded

for the girl of bitterness

until the touchdown when I hear K whispering

I leave you alone for the eve

now you would be too blind to trust my poems

begin me only when you end your quick days & nights in Kolkata

when you are left again to think that

you are still stuck like an albino bone in its craw made of loose scoria

these long years

 

these long years

were not so imminent in my mother’s dream of me becoming a Caliph one fine day

seven thousand miles away.

these long years were not a life book that rustles inside memories dying in the throat.

for a crown of light

she has been counting a thousand & one nights.

every morning

kneeling to the earth she tries to find me again amongst the sprouts.

ha the world has to pass

mutters my father

sparrows cluster in the back of his throat.

& here we are home, kid

hello hello

I say opening the gates of shadows of the crows

aloft & aground.

the long-spiked coconut tree leaves dance across K’s sun-blazed notebook page

capturing kid’s fingers making a ghost with a lump of earth

mine tearing the sword-shaped leaves only to reminisce all afternoon

upon a palm frond hat from my schooldays

 

maybe everything might have been…

everything like your face in my hands

dark eyes glistening in the folds

like malaria now & then

those love vomit & rum stained clothes moving under the coal iron in the neighborhood

coming back laundered the following afternoon

only to redeem truth

& to rehearse a hundred summers of solitude…

to think I’m going to see you again tonight

a conjurer had his time

on earth this is the place

where I can sing I am your man

a place that has no place in time

or maybe it’s always just half passed

like this late afternoon sun on water in K’s notebook page

like this fish put out to crawl through a hologram

never failing kid

fish eyes always give him thrills

 

processions pass

the foreheads of the deceased pressed against the cobwebbed evening

feel the reference point that had rattled so hard in life

now the queue in the burning ghats 

souls reassured once oxidized flake after flake

& then beguiled by the creeping waters.

placid slumbers the Ganges like the night at the bottom of the root 

this is the country

where cicadas chase every evening the crackling stars of each cast & class.

my friend sings taking my breath away

the dead to become boats floating downward the rim of the dark skies

drifting anew in the city alleys

in search of hearts that had no refuge from any versions of hearts.

processions pass

shouts drawling a tribute to dawn

poppy red flags

a street full of scars

you ask me how I feel now with my eyes peeled

K’s poems stopped to bleed into the evening

so wet & claiming

now again mouth into mouth

we keep frisking & gamboling round the night 

we come & coming on

like a hemorrhage

like Fidel Castro floating belly up dying of his own death

I need not watch for the moon

I close my eyes to get more than the dawn

more than its billow & spray

more than K’s love poems glittering like war

their curl of waves that come rolling in

& I say

Kolkata

my tin soldier

the waterboarding is all yours
 
 
First published in The Wagon Magazine July 2017
© 2017, Debasis Mukhopadhyay
 

 

November 9, Kristallnacht

all again

rein in

a throwback steed

for a headlong rush

into bodies

that are

apprised of sledgehammers

the vanity of a crystal night

raising its head

 

dry assaults

against parasites

are said dropped things

like a mirror

in flashcubes

sticking a gimlet to

disconnection

with what you can scavenge

on this day in History

 

the bludgeoned frogs

live through the November moon

crawling in the pit somewhere

ha you ain’t got nothing to recall

crying blood

the disgusting god

in our vain skulls

has never felt

sky rustling in & out

of cinders

of those millions awaiting

First published in Yellow Chair Review November 13, 2016

© 2016, Debasis Mukhopadhyay


Notice to rebroadcast

O Sultan mine, I just read your poem Notice to recast where looking on your flowerpot sky you feel the smudge of my absence on your skin. You hear the train behind the fence, you hear the rain in the kitchen and you are reminded of the necessity of touch. Several lines down you say, “I heard it and I heard it again. A song that stayed unopened in my throat.” Honestly, I am never very sure how your poetry works on me. You could hear everything : the rainstorms behind the kites, the pantomime in the trammels, the trampoline behind the rampages, the songbirds in the pantechnicons… everything across your roughcast of solitude. And everything reminds you of everything, from windpipe sonata to wingspan of a pansy. I wish I could understand how you napalm me while I sleep. As if just like my body my mind also can’t shake you and always awaiting you in bed unopened. True that poetry never sucks and the blancmange sloughing in the overdone ruts between my thighs. Sultan dear one, my husband, my boyfriend, my needleman of tournament, my winger right to left, my slaloming tramline behind my fertility, my panegyric of fucking superintendent, why can’t I understand your poems? Or why can’t I just write a poem that is what when my handgun trades the simile of blankness? But that won’t make it all right. No point in blitzkrieging to unbalance the brain. Let’s think about honeyed baklavas and listen to balalaikas. If you are my bloody bastard, I remain your bloodied bitch.

First published in Posit issue 14, June 2017

© 2017, Debasis Mukhopadhyay

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Poet and writer, I was once columnist and associate editor of a regional employment publication. Currently I run this site, The Poet by Day, an information hub for poets and writers. I am the managing editor of The BeZine published by The Bardo Group Beguines (originally The Bardo Group), a virtual arts collective I founded.  I am a weekly contributor to Beguine Again, a site showcasing spiritual writers.

My work is featured in a variety of publications and on sites, including: Levure littéraure, Ramingo’s PorchVita Brevis Literature,Compass Rose, Connotation PressThe Bar None GroupSalamander CoveSecond LightI Am Not a Silent PoetMeta / Phor(e) /Play, and California Woman.

Wombwell Rainbow Interviews: Jamie Dedes

Paul Brookes honores me today with an interview. His entire series of interviews is worth your time. Check them out. Thank you, Paul!

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The usual ground is covered about motivation, daily routines and work ethic, but some surprises too. Some of these poets you may know, others may be new to you. I hope you enjoy the experience as much as I do.

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” . the gift 2 . ” … and other poems in response to the last Wednesday Writing Prompt

“Life is subversive.” Ernesto Cardenal, Zero Hour And Other Documentary Poems



The longing for and appreciation of the gifts of nature, the gifts unsullied by marketers are expressed beautifully in these responses to the last prompt Wednesday Writing Prompt, No Account of Trifles, September 1.

Featured this week: Paul Brookes, Irma, Sonja Benskin Mesher, and Carol Mikoda,

I hope you’ll visit participating poets and get to know them. It’s important for us to support and encourage one another in our art and in our solidarity around concerns for the social and ethical issues we care about, even if we disagree. Respectful discussion is a healthy thing. I’ve linked in blogs for each poet and for your convenience. If the poet doesn’t have a blog, it’s likely you can catch up with her/him on Facebook.

Paul Brookes

FYI: Paul Brookes, a stalwart participant in Wednesday Writing Prompt, is running a series on poets, Wombwell Rainbow Interviews. Five in the series are already completed and posted. Worth your time. I believe Paul has ten planned altogether and I’m honored to be among those that are upcoming.  So visit him, enjoy the interviews, get introduced to some poets who may be new to you, and learn a few things.

Join with us for the next Wednesday Writing Prompt.  All are welcome – encouraged – to join in: novice, emerging or pro. It’s about exercising our imagination and our writing muscle, showcasing our efforts and getting to know other poets. This is a safe discerning place to share.


An Open

hand this petal an invite
to the best party
where laughter is plenty

© 2018, Paul Brookes (The Wombwell Rainbow / Inspiration. History. Imagination)

A Little Girl

Places her found autumn oak leaf
In all its yellow and red on my conveyor belt.

I consider my potential responses:

Sorry love you can’t buy that here.

Sorry love it has no barcode, so won’t go through.

That’s a free gift from nature, love.

At the finish I advise

Sorry you can’t put that through, love

and she removes the leaf from the belt.

At the finish it is all child’s play
in the adult buy and sell.

From Paul’s collection Please Take Change, forthcoming from cyberwit.net.

© 2018, Paul Brookes (The Wombwell Rainbow / Inspiration. History. Imagination)

Paul’s Amazon Page U.S.

Paul’s Amazon Page U.K.

When World Is

1.

an eye
you look into white surf clouds
roll over blue gust
white surf clouds roll over blue
gusted bright reed brands rise.

2.

Leaves fall to their end
cold darkens every step
naked limbs outstretch
untidy trees slough leaf clothes
so others forced to clean mess.

3.

Squirrels skitter up,
hold bounty for a nibble
stop, look and listen
as sky looks at itself holds
mirror up close for blemish

© 2018, Paul Brookes (The Wombwell Rainbow / Inspiration. History. Imagination)

Let Me Pass Through

city walls
that bind all your threads together,

walk through this wood,
let your cityself take same walk, see
buildings as lone trees,
homeless hostel
is an oak, butchers
a willow that bends
down over the stream
where jammed traffic swims.

A dead bird breathes
animated by flies
is a man in the corner who sings
the blues to passers.

That fall of a leaf
tickertape homecoming parade.

Your pavement footfall
echoes in my forest.

© 2018, Paul Brookes (The Wombwell Rainbow / Inspiration. History. Imagination)


Shade

Building or tall tree

Nature’s coolness shared with me

A welcome reprieve

© 2018, Irma (I Do Run – And I do a few other things too …)


.gift.

it was raining.

heavy.

the green house chair is comfy blue.

the book was read, while spiders

wove

their webs.

© 2018, Sonja Benskin Mesher

. the gift 2 .

i was given a gift . not wrapped

just given. before the winter

festival, before the anniversaries.

the gift was given

gladly received.

if i believed in all that i guess i would give thanks, yet give thanks anyway.

one has escaped.

© 2018, Sonja Benskin Mesher


seasonal disorder

profoundly subtle cricket silence
that is not really
silence might not even
be only crickets but
powerful trigger of nightmares
deeply delicate evolution of leaves
first red maples edging
marshes eventually stunning yellow
of tall singular poplars
keenly subdued morning light
reaching resistantly sleepy eyes
intensely indistinct chill spice
of damp morning air

© 2018, Carol Mikoda (At The Yellow Table, We Are Stardust: Change is what it’s all About)


ABOUT

Poet and writer, I was once columnist and associate editor of a regional employment publication. Currently I run this site, The Poet by Day, an information hub for poets and writers. I am the managing editor of The BeZine published by The Bardo Group Beguines (originally The Bardo Group), a virtual arts collective I founded.  I am a weekly contributor to Beguine Again, a site showcasing spiritual writers.

My work is featured in a variety of publications and on sites, including: Levure littéraure, Ramingo’s PorchVita Brevis Literature,Compass Rose, Connotation PressThe Bar None GroupSalamander CoveSecond LightI Am Not a Silent PoetMeta / Phor(e) /Play, and California Woman.

SUNDAY ANNOUNCEMENTS: Calls for Submissions, Competitions, and Other Information and News

Bob Seger Dedes

Therefore to this dog will I,
Tenderly not scornfully,
Render praise and favor:
With my hand upon his head,
is my benediction said
Therefore, and or ever.
– Elizabeth Barret Browning, excerpt from To Flush, My Dog



CALLS FOR SUBMISSIONS

Opportunity Knocks

THE A3 REVIEW, Prose * Poetry * Art publishes a magazine that folds out like a map and includes winners of regularly held contests. Entry fee. Cash awards. Details HERE.

BARROW STREET 4×2 is open for submissions of poems by poets who who haven’t as yet had a chapbook or full-length collect published. $3 submission fee. Payment: 2 copies. Details HERE

CHA: AN ASIAN LITERARY JOURNAL publishes works from and about Asia. The editors are currently seeking submissions for the Eleventh Anniversary Issue. Calls for Asian-themed poetry, fiction, creative non-fiction, photograph and art. Deadline: 30 September 2018. English only. Details HERE.

COAL CITY REVIEW & PRESS – Poetry, Fiction, Review & More will consider submissions from experienced and novice writers of literary poetry, short stories, flash and short-short. Details HERE.

DIAPHANOUS PRESS welcomes “creative work that challenges and blurs the boundaries of genre and styles/schools of literature and visual art. We champion polyphony, multiple POVs, language-centered texts vs. the conventional “I-centered” lyric, poetic and narrative “density” (compression), prose poetry, hybrid, hyper-text, micro-fiction; literature that is beautiful and/or unusual. READING PERIOD: please contact Krysia Jopek at diaphanouspress@gmail.com to query before submitting your art or writing.” Diaphonous Press publishes poetry, fiction, and visual arts. More detail HERE.

EAST OF THE WEB, Short Stories offers writers “exposure for writers by offering them a place where their work will be seen and read in a high quality, respected setting. The site receives about half a million unique visitors per month, so successful submissions are likely to be viewed by more readers than in almost any other short story publication. In addition, the site receives attention from agents, the press, film makers, schools, universities and other publishers.” Details HERE.

GREEN MOUNTAIN REVIEW – online – publishes poetry, essays, fiction, interviews, book reviews, art, audio and visual work. Submission fees. Details HERE.

GULF STREAM LIT MAG, South Florida’s Literary Current is open for submissions of fiction, nonfiction, poetry and artwork through November 1. Details HEREMark your calendar to check out their annual summer contest: June 1 – August 31.

HARPUR PALATE publishes creative nonfiction and poetry. The reading period for the winter issue runs through November 15. Details HERE.

POET LORE accepts submissions through November 30 via submittable and snail mail. Details HERE.

THE POETRY FOUNDATION’S POETRY MAGAZINE is now reopened on September 1 after its August hiatus. No submission fees. A paying market. Details HERE.

THIRD COAST MAGAZINE will open calls for submissions of nonfiction, fiction, poetry, drama, essays, drama, and book reviews on September 15. Details HERE.

THE HUDSON REVIEW, A Magazine of Literature and the Arts, is closed at this time for poetry and nonfiction by will consider fiction through November 1. Details HERE.

IMAGE JOURNAL Art * Faith * Mystery welcomes submissions that reflect “sustained” engagement with Western faith traditions (Judaism, Christianity, Islam). This quarterly journal publishes poetry, fiction, essays, interviews, translation, and artist profiles. This publisher also considers essays for Good Letters, a daily blog. Details HERE.

JUKED will consider submissions of fiction, poetry, and nonfiction. No submission fees. No payment. Details HERE.

KENYON REVIEW opens its reading period on September 15 and closes it on November 15 for both the Review and KROnline. The editors will consider short fiction and essays, poetry, plays, excerpts from larger work and poetry and short prose in translation. Details HERE.

MID-AMERICAN REVIEW publishes poetry, fiction, nonfiction, translations, and reviews accepts submissions year-round. Details HERE.

PRESENCE, A JOURNAL OF CATHOLIC POETRY “the aim of which is to show the human soul in action, moved by God’s grace in any number of ways” is open for submissions through October 1, 2018. The third annual issue is scheduled for publication in April 2019. Details HERE.

SOCIAL JUSTICE ANTHOLOGIES and THE BEAUTIFUL CADAVER PROJECT PITTSBURGH has an open call for submission for its 2019 anthology The Two Dreamers: Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. and Anne Frank. Deadline: September 30, 2018. Submit 1-5 poems, prose to 5,000 words, and dramatic work 15 pages or less. Details HERE.

SUBTROPICS, The Literary Journal of the University of Florida is open for submissions through October 31. The editors will consider stories, essays, and poetry.Submission fee: $3.  For stories and essays, Subtropics pays a flat fee of $1,000 ($500 for a short short) for North American first serial rights. Poets are paid $100 per poem. Details HERE.


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The BeZine

Call for submissions for the December issue.

THE BeZINE, Be Inspired, Be Creative, Be Peace, Be. Submissions for the December issue – themed A Life of the Spirit – closes on November 10 at 11:59 p.m. Pacific .

 

Please send text in the body of the email not as an attachment. Send photographs or illustrations as attachments. No google docs or Dropbox or other such. No rich text. Send submissions to bardogroup@gmail.com.

Publication is December 15th. Poetry, essays, fiction and creative nonfiction, art and photography, music (videos or essays), and whatever lends itself to online presentation is welcome for consideration.

No demographic restrictions.

Please read at least one issue. We DO NOT publish anything that promotes hate, divisiveness or violence or that is scornful or in any way dismissive of “other” peoples. 

  • December 2018 issue, Deadline November 10th, Theme: A Life of the Spirit

The BeZine is an entirely volunteer effort, a mission. It is not a paying market but neither does it charge submission or subscription fees.

Previously published work may be submitted IF you hold the copyright. Submissions from beginning and emerging artists as well as pro are encouraged and we have a special interest in getting more submissions of short stores, feature articles, music videos and art for consideration. 


Reminder:

ATTENTION EDITORS AND PUBLISHERS

BEST OF THE NET ANTHOLOGY

Open call for submissions of poems, stories, essays, creative nonfiction to be considered for a Best of the Net Anthology published by Sundress Publications. Submissions must come from editors of journal, chapbook, zine and so on. Deadline is September 30, 2018. Details HERE.


COMPETITIONS

Opportunity Knocks

2O18 FRONTIER AWARD FOR NEW POETS (reminder) closes on September 15. $20 submission fee. Award: $3,000 for first prize. Second and third: $300 and $200.Details HERE.

6th Ó Bhéal Five Words International Poetry Competition runs through 29 January 2019. Each week five words will be posted and entrants have one week to compose and submit using all five words. Award: 500 euros and invitation to attend Ó Bhéal anniversary with some travel and accommodation costs covered. Details HERE.

SARTON WOMEN’S BOOK AWARDS is open for submissions through November 2018. Details HERE.

WERGLE FLOMP HUMOR POETRY CONTEST seeks out the best humor poets is open through April 1, 2019. No entry fee. Cash award: up to $1,000. Details HERE.


KUDOS TO

  • Michael Dickel (Meta /Phor(e) /Play – Words, Images, & More) Finishing Line Press has agreed to publish Nothing Remembers, Michael’s latest poetry collection. Publication is scheduled for Summer 2019. Michael is also the associate editor of The BeZine and you can read a selection of three poems from Nothing Remembers inThe BeZine 4:3 (Dec 15, 2017). Michael was also received three awards from Feedspot: one of the top 25 poetry blogs, one of the top 100 literary blogs, and one of the top 100 writing logs. Rock on, Michael. 🙂
  • Amy Barry for inclusion in a rather unusual exhibition: Beneath Western Skies an exhibition that will be launched this October 19th and 20th at the SiarScéal exhibition in Ireland. Amy also had two poems published by Live Encounters.
  • Sharmila Pupu Mitra for the acceptance of collection Makeshift Melodies (Norton Press). Pub date to be announced.
  • Sonja Benskin Mesher for her work featured and awarded by some many organizations it’s impossible to keep track. Most recently her art was featured at the Open Arts Forum.
  • MARGARET O’DRISCOLL for her two stellar poems featured by Our Poetry Archive.
  • MICHEL GRIFFITH for two poems published on aaduna.
  • REUBEN WOOLEY for his poem Brown Shoes / No Laces in the International Times. There’s been lots of good news for Reuben. He also publishes i am not a silent poet – a magazine or poetry and artwork protesting against abuse in any of its forms and a Facebook counterpart, which has nearly 6,000 members.

OTHER NEWS AND INFORMATION


Accessible anytime from anywhere in the world:

The Poet by Day always available online with poems, poets and writers, news and information.

The Poet by Day, Wednesday Writing Prompt, online every week (except for vacation) and all are invited to take part no matter the stage of career or status. Poems related to the challenge of the week (always theme based not form based) will be published here on the following Tuesday.

The Poet by Day, Sunday Announcements. Every week (except for vacation) opportunity knocks for poets and writers. Due to other weekend commitments, this post will often go up late.

THE BeZINE, Be Inspired, Be Creative, Be Peace, Be – always online HERE.  

Beguine Again, daily inspiration and spiritual practice  – always online HERE.  Beguine Again is the sister site to The BeZine.


YOUR SUNDAY ANNOUNCEMENTS may be emailed to thepoetbyday@gmail.com. Please do so at least a week in advance.

If you would like me to consider reviewing your book, chapbook, magazine or film, here are some general guidelines:

  • send PDF to jamiededes@gmail.com (Note: I have a backlog of six or seven months, so at this writing I suggest you wait until June 2018 to forward anything.Thank you!)
  • nothing that foments hate or misunderstanding
  • nothing violent or encouraging of violence
  • English only, though Spanish is okay if accompanied by translation
  • your book or other product  should be easy for readers to find through your site or other venues.

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PLEASE do not mix the communications between the two emails.


Often information is just thatinformation– and not necessarily recommendation. I haven’t worked with all the publications or other organizations featured in my regular Sunday Announcements or other announcements shared on this site. Awards and contests are often (generally) a means to generate income, publicity and marketing mailing lists for the host organizations, some of which are more reputable than others. I rarely attend events anymore. Caveat Emptor: Please be sure to verify information for yourself before submitting work, buying products, paying fees or attending events et al.


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Poet and writer, I was once columnist and associate editor of a regional employment publication. I currently run this site, The Poet by Day, an information hub for poets and writers. I am the managing editor of The BeZine published by The Bardo Group Beguines (originally The Bardo Group), a virtual arts collective I founded.  I am a weekly contributor to Beguine Again, a site showcasing spiritual writers. My work is featured in a variety of publications and on sites, including: Levure littéraure, Ramingo’s PorchVita Brevis Literature,Compass Rose, Connotation PressThe Bar None GroupSalamander CoveSecond LightI Am Not a Silent PoetMeta / Phor(e) /Play, and California Woman. My poetry was recently read by Northern California actor Richard Lingua for Poetry Woodshed, Belfast Community Radio. I was featured in a lengthy interview on the Creative Nexus Radio Show where I was dubbed “Poetry Champion.”

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