April 9, 2024

National Poetry Month 2024: 3 Poems by Salvatore Difalco

National Poetry Month 2024: 3 Poems by Salvatore Difalco

National Poetry Month continues on strong with long time FC contributor Salvatore Difalco. Difalco has proven himself in the past to be a master of imagery, and he delivers once again with these touching poems. Take a look, you won’t be disappointed! Bleeding From The Ears  I feel like the moon is attacking me tonight  under the crosshatched shade of palm trees,  my amnesia an impenetrable white wall.  If I see stars they do not shine above,  they shine inside my head, among its clouds.  I wear a rumpled sheet, my clothes  and shoes nowhere to be found.  The palm trees sigh like sleepy aunts,  but do not speak of the laguna and the black  surrounding hills. Shapes advance  and withdraw in the charcoal darkness,   accompanied by flashes of eyes.  Nothing comes to me, nothing,…

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April 8, 2024

2024 Cow Creek Chapbook Prize

2024 Cow Creek Chapbook Prize

*Featured image courtesy of Alvaro Serrano on Unsplash Attention all poets! In honor of National Poetry Month, we want to bring your attention to a contest by Cow Creek Chapbook. Check out the information below if you are interested. From Cow Creek Chapbook: Judge – Traci Brimhall Submission Deadline – May 15th, 2024Style and Subject – As long as the poems challenge and capture the imagination, we want to see them.Prize – $1,000 and 25 author copies.Submit – For more guidelines and our submission portal, visit our website: https://www.cowcreekchapbook.org/ Best of luck to anyone that submits. Don’t be afraid to let us know if you win, we love to show off our writers!

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April 2, 2024

National Poetry Month 2024: Four Sonnets by Kai Jensen.

National Poetry Month 2024: Four Sonnets by Kai Jensen.

Kai kicks off NPM with an excellent collection of themed poems. Welcome to FC, Kai. Enjoy the blue ribbon! Desperado (Boneless Café) These short, bright autumn days, the sky a lighter blue than summer’s as though it’s fading with the year. The bay nudges into the land saying, Look what wealth of sparkles I bring. The fronds of the palms along Lamont Street dangle, relaxed, like a gunslinger’s fingers above the holster – or is that me, confident I can draw something out of all this loveliness to fly and pierce your heart? And like the desperado, I’m willing to gamble in this dangerous game of letting beauty enter us, my own flawed life. Boneless Café again Karen, on her way to a meeting, covered in zig-zags, stops to say hello as the track riffs…

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