Asheville Poetry Review
Keith Flynn, Editor
PO Box 7086, Asheville, NC 28802
www.ashevillepoetryreview.com/submissions
Deadlines: January 15 and July 15
Submit 3-6 poems of any style, with SASE and bio information.
Blindside Publishing
Jon Hodges, Editor
jon@blindside.net
161 Linbrook Dr, Winston-Salem, NC 27106
www.blindside.net/about.html
Publishes 4 issues per year
Carolina Quarterly
Tessa Joseph, Editor
cquarter@unc.edu
UNC-Chapel Hill, Greenlaw Hall, CB#3520
Chapel Hill, NC 27599
www.unc.edu/depts/cqonline
Poetry, fiction & photography. 3 issues a year
Cold Mountain Review
Betty Miller Conway, Editor
coldmountain@appstate.edu
English Dept., Box 32052, Boone, NC 28608
www.coldmountain.appstate.edu
Publishes creative work and interviews with poets
from across the nation and overseas.
Crucible
Terrence L. Grimes, Editor
tgrimes@barton.edu
Barton College, Wilson, NC 27893
www.barton.edu/SchoolofArts&Sciences/English/Crucible.htm
Published since 1964 to further literary and artistic creative expression.
Conducts annual poetry and fiction contests.
The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature
Valerie MacEwan, Editor
deadmule.poetry@gmail.com
Online literary magazine is only accepting poetry.
Submissions to: www.deadmule.com
The Greensboro Review
Jim Clark, Editor
UNC-Greensboro, English Dept, MFA Writing Program
Greensboro, NC 27412
www.greensbororeview.org
Established in 1966 to publish a biannual collection of poetry and
fiction by writers nationwide.
Fresh Literary Magazine
J. C. Walkup, Editor
jcwalkup@bellsouth.net
PO Box 107, Canton, NC 28716
Fresh publishes fiction, poetry and nonfiction.
WMO is a free gathering of writers in Chatham and Lee counties, NC for monthly discussions about craft and business of writing, as well notices of opportunities and literary events in the area. WMO is sponsored by the North Carolina Writers' Network.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Monday, May 17, 2010
Poem: Resistant Cultivar
Mary Barnard is the winner of our poetry contest. Here is her poem
Resistant Cultivar
Sheboygan was known as the City of Elms,
avenues flanked by graceful trunks
with upper branches that grew
to meet triumphantly in the middle.
Leaves with doubly serrate margins
filtered harsh summer rays into
lush and abundant green light.
We played hopscotch under that canopy.
Starlings roosted in the highest branches.
At dusk their gossipy chatter spread from
neighborhood to neighborhood
and little old ladies who retire early
to their upstairs bedrooms objected.
Under order of the mayor,
policemen roadblocked the streets
with their cars, got out,
pointed muzzles upward,
and blasted away at the offenders
who fell like mini-torpedoes,
landing with the inevitable Plop. Plop-Plop.
My brother, and other boys with butch haircuts,
scurried like beetles to grab the tiny carcasses,
their legs curled, wings tucked, necks lolling,
and put them in cardboard boxes
whisked away in the trunk of the squad car.
The boys kept count of their retrievals
- dozens and dozens -
And the police let them keep the shell casings,
crammed into their pockets – a mighty bulge.
What does a leaf 40 or 50 feet in the air
know of gunfire? A few years later,
when all the elms were felled by DED,
or Dutch Elm disease, the triumphant
spread gone, the sun’s rays at full strength
on the hot hot August sidewalk,
I knew nothing of vectors and fungus
and a tree’s vascular system.
I thought the trees had been shot to death.
Resistant Cultivar
Sheboygan was known as the City of Elms,
avenues flanked by graceful trunks
with upper branches that grew
to meet triumphantly in the middle.
Leaves with doubly serrate margins
filtered harsh summer rays into
lush and abundant green light.
We played hopscotch under that canopy.
Starlings roosted in the highest branches.
At dusk their gossipy chatter spread from
neighborhood to neighborhood
and little old ladies who retire early
to their upstairs bedrooms objected.
Under order of the mayor,
policemen roadblocked the streets
with their cars, got out,
pointed muzzles upward,
and blasted away at the offenders
who fell like mini-torpedoes,
landing with the inevitable Plop. Plop-Plop.
My brother, and other boys with butch haircuts,
scurried like beetles to grab the tiny carcasses,
their legs curled, wings tucked, necks lolling,
and put them in cardboard boxes
whisked away in the trunk of the squad car.
The boys kept count of their retrievals
- dozens and dozens -
And the police let them keep the shell casings,
crammed into their pockets – a mighty bulge.
What does a leaf 40 or 50 feet in the air
know of gunfire? A few years later,
when all the elms were felled by DED,
or Dutch Elm disease, the triumphant
spread gone, the sun’s rays at full strength
on the hot hot August sidewalk,
I knew nothing of vectors and fungus
and a tree’s vascular system.
I thought the trees had been shot to death.
By: Mary Barnard
5/17/10
Redheaded Stepchild Poetry Event
"Redheaded Stepchild," a very unique (they only publish poems that have been rejected elsewhere) and outstanding poetry journal published in Raleigh is coming to Hickory for a special Poetry Hickory event featuring poets from their recent issues. Each poet will read a poem from the journal and a couple of others as well. The reading will be held Saturday, May 22, from 1:00 to 2:30 at Taste Full Beans Coffeehouse in downtown Hickory.
For information, call
Scott Owens at 828-234-4266 or email him at
asowens1@yahoo.com. To get a preview, visit "Redheaded
Stepchild" online at http://www.redheadedmag.com/poetry/.
For information, call
Scott Owens at 828-234-4266 or email him at
asowens1@yahoo.com. To get a preview, visit "Redheaded
Stepchild" online at http://www.redheadedmag.com/poetry/.
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