#Poetry Magazine

[sweatermuppet]

hello! beaver magazine is open for submissions in all categories. i personally read every poetry submission

read past issues, guidelines, & submit here on the beaver website

[coffeeacademia]

Like Honey, Parentheses Journal (2022)

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Illustration Cloud With Bucket István Orosz (1951) Hungarian graphic artist, illustrator, poster artist and animation filmmaker

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All my friends are finding new beliefs. This one converts to Catholicism and this one to trees. In a highly literary and hitherto religiously-indifferent Jew God whomps on like a genetic generator.

Paleo, Keto, Zone, South Beach, Bourbon. Exercise regimens so extreme she merges with machine. One man marries a woman twenty years younger and twice in one brunch uses the word verdant; another’s brick-fisted belligerence gentles into dementia, and one, after a decade of finical feints and teases like a sandpiper at the edge of the sea, decides to die.

Priesthoods and beasthoods, sombers and glees, high-styled renunciations and avocations of dirt, sobrieties, satieties, pilgrimages to the very bowels of being ...

All my friends are finding new beliefs and I am finding it harder and harder to keep track of the new gods and the new loves, and the old gods and the old loves, and the days have daggers, and the mirrors motives, and the planet’s turning faster and faster in the blackness, and my nights, and my doubts, and my friends, my beautiful, credible friends.

- Christian Wiman -

Source: Poetry (January 2020)

[mortalpractice]

There was an agony in ripening which becomes irrelevant at last to ripeness.

— Wendell Berry, from "The Handing Down," excerpted in Poetry Magazine

[meaningfall]

Ceremony by Robert Pinsky in Poetry Magazine February 2016

[brighteyedbushybrowed]

While I force myself to take a break from writing fics and headcanons before I get fully burnt out on it, I would really appreciate if yall could check out this poetry magazine two of my friends from uni have just started!!!

The poetry published is wonderful and they're accepting submissions right now! If you need someone to vouch for them, I can vouch for both of them and the quality of the work they publish! One of the editors was an editor with me on my uni's creative writing magazine for third year, and the other editor won the creative writing award for their amazing work!

Guidelines and more about the magazine is under the link and even if you don't wanna submit anything, I would love it if you could give the poems a read!

Please give this a reblog so other writers and poetry lovers can give it a look and maybe even submit a poem!

[rustbeltjessie]

....we need to write it weird, sing it in an imaginary key, headspin it in the opposite direction. Do whatever we must in order to enact the kind of art we want, whether the wind is whistling its tune or not, so that this year can be one of possibility instead of inevitability.

—Adrian Matejka, from the January/February 2024 Poetry Magazine Editor's Note

[hiromisuzukimicrojournal]

Alone in the Pacific

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Pinky the fairy is a small giant, raising newts in her ears. She lives in Fountain named by Duchamp. In the corner of the memory warehouse. Ground floor of Invective Laboratory. Where the ceiling lights are broken.

Dr. Murmur, the director of the laboratory. Suffering from passion withdrawal, he hums in the cracked mirror fascinated by the neurons firing the rhythmic signals.

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images: hiromi suzuki

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Note: Alone in the Pacific is a part of the first poetry collection Ms. cried – 77 poems by hiromi suzuki (kisaragi publishing, 2013 ISBN978-4-901850-42-1). The poems written in Japanese have been translated by hiromi suzuki, 2023.

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Alone in the Pacific / Hiromi Suzuki

© poetry by hiromi suzuki, 2023

published in RIC Journal (September 29, 2023)

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via RIC Journal

[sweatermuppet]

the Beneath Issue of Beaver Magazine is live & free online right now! it is the first ever magazine ive edited for & i am immensely proud of the pieces i was so generously allowed to read & select

[agirlnamedbone]

Jenny George (pub. in POETRY, 2018)

[cupsofsilver]

Y’all!!!

Two more of my poems have been accepted for publication!! This time by a queer UK-based magazine called Snowflake magazine. My work will appear in their Anthology Issue II which is now available for preorder!

Go get your copy!!

[razorsadness]

Devils in America

I was born on all angels day but throughout my life i’ve been a bitch out of hell/ don’t nobody show up at my funeral to call me nice or some shit like that/ save it for turncoat cocksuckers who on their deathbeds open their mouths wide to claim god/ though christianity befuddles me i’m amazed at how it enslaves the gay african-american community/ lately i’ve wished there’s such a thing as the almighty ’cause on judgment day i’d unload a few choice words: hey omniscient you do you feel proud with so much madness committed in your name/ hey omnipotent you ain’t you got nothing better to do than making folks suffer/ hey omnipresent you do you remember my lovers & I buttfuck/ go screw yourself asshole of the universe/ can I get a witness/

—Assotto Saint (Poetry, May 2023)

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

The Fitting, Mary Cassatt, 1890-1891, Cleveland Museum of Art

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I do kind gestures. Remove my appendix.

I put my ear to a flat shell and—nothing.I play the lottery ironically. Get married. Have a smear test. I put my ear to the beak of a dead bird—nothing. I grow wisdom teeth. Jog. I pick up a toddler’s telephone, Hello? — No answer. I change a light bulb on my own. Organize a large party. Hire a clown. Attend a four-day stonewalling course. Have a baby. Stop eating Coco Pops. I put my ear right up to the slack and gaping bonnet of a daffodil—. Get divorced. Floss. Describe a younger person’s music taste as “just noise.” Enjoy perusing a garden centre. Sit in a pub without drinking. I stand at the lip of a pouting valley—speak to me! My echo plagiarizes. I land a real love plus two real cats. I never meet the talking bird again. Or the yawning hole. The panther of purple wisps who prowls inside the air. I change nappies. Donate my eggs. Learn a profound lesson about sacrifice. Brunch. No singing floorboards. No vents leaking scentless instructions. My mission is over. The world has zipped up her second mouth. ― Sanity, by Caroline Bird Source: Poetry (February 2019)

[mortalpractice]

He trusts the changes of the sun and air: dung and carrion made dirt, richness that forgets what it was.

He knows, if he can hold out long enough, the good is given its chance.

— Wendell Berry, from "The Handing Down," excerpted in Poetry Magazine

[meaningfall]

After a While, You Win: Death Pastoral by Elena Karina Byrne in Poetry Magazine February 2016