Here's a quick link to a bunch of markets which take poetry video submissions. I'm sure many of these would also take prose video submissions.
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~*~*~EXTREMELY IMPORTANT~*~*~i'm going to keep this short and to the point:~*~*~EXTREMELY IMPORTANT~*~*~ by learningtobefree
ok so i’m entering an original spoken word contest through the national speech & debate association and long story short, i need to get as many likes as possible on this video!
so whether you like poetry or not, whether you’re on speech team or not, take a second to like this video…anyone with a youtube/google account can do it!
i don't know how to repay any of you, but i need your love & support more than ever right now. please help me out.
Double-Cross My Heart - Chapter 5Double-Cross My Heart - Chapter 5 by BrandonHill
***AS BEFORE, PLEASE READ THE CAVEAT IN THE DESCRIPTION AREA FOR CHAPTER 1! HAPPY READING!***
For some reason, I thought that my suggestion would have gone over better. Of course, I was perhaps being too optimistic. Derek and Wadih had been deliberating it still when I stuffed my equipment back into my satchel, excused myself, and went outside to set the traps.
All was quiet, save the sounds of crickets and nighttime animals that scurried in the tree limbs above. The temperature was cool and comfortable, and a small mist had developed. I hoped it wouldn’t become fog. Darkness and shrouding mists were our allies, but we did prefer the view of the moon and stars above; mists and fog were just depressing.
The woods were dense with underbrush, and I poured my concentration into all my senses in order to be alert for the sound or scent of any approaching vampires as
FREE COPIES OF POETRY MAGAZINE also FREE WORKSHOPbefore I forget:FREE COPIES OF POETRY MAGAZINE also FREE WORKSHOP by vespera
April is National Poetry Month, and for 2014 we're celebrating with a trip into Poetry's archives! Individuals, classrooms, and reading groups are invited to sign up below to receive a set of back issues of Poetry to read and discuss during National Poetry Month. Submit your request below, and we will select an issue from our archives for you to enjoy! http://www.poetryfoundation.org/npm
AND ANY YOUNG POETS IN LONDON: FREE creative workshops for ppl between the ages of 16 & 25
SIGN UPS ARE LIMITED: http://sophchei.wordpress.com/2014/03/13/free-creative-workshops-for-young-people-across-london/
I got the workshop info from Jacob Sam-La Rose's twitter, who is an editor at flipped eye publishing (you know, that editor who published the now youth poet laureate Warsan Shire from that publisher I drooled over last journal...) so it's super legit.
Be Like BugsSomewhere swamp bugsBe Like Bugs by Schofield-Alan
by small handles and
kiss the water goodnight
with a fragility that the vast
foul-breathed mouth of sunken mud
will feel, but never understand.
kiss me like this.
mistake your porch light
for the moonlight
falsifying their compasses and
deifying their newfound godess.
They care no longer for direction.
confound me this way.
in certain regions
converse in legions
by lighting the night
with a symphonic fire
in breaths of swelling light
one slow explosion at a time.
Let's be like that.
Elven Roses - ExcerptElven Roses - Excerpt by BrandonHill
Mericlou had told Aldrec to meet her at the outskirts of the marketplace, near where they first met. It was odd waiting for her here, Aldrec thought, since he could have easily found the grocery stall where she worked, but Mericlou was insistent. "You can't hear yourself think in there sometimes," she said. "Besides, we'll be able to enjoy some time outside of the brouhaha."
Unable to argue, Aldrec waited with expectation, and before long, heard her voice as she emerged from around the marketplace's massive support columns. A smile broke unbidden onto his face but quickly vanished as almost from the start, he could hear something amiss.
Mericlou's pace was brisk, and her expression was drawn into a frown as if she were trying to get away from something or someone that was being particularly annoying.
"I'm not interested!" She fumed back towards the young human who appeared on her heels. "I don't care how popular android singers are, I wouldn't be caught switched off in a place like tha
The Hidden Meanings - ExcerptThe Hidden Meanings - Excerpt by BrandonHill
With a disgusted sigh, Jenius shut off the hologram in front of him. That particular ache, the same one that occurred in his prosthetic arm whenever he was frustrated with the way things were turning out, had returned with the multitude of reports coming in on the Ether from the capital city of Rogart at the Republic Center for Justice.
Three hours ago, a mysterious vapor had seeped into the ventilation ducts of the building, flooding the interior corridors of its first to twenty-third floors. Its effects on the elves and dragons were light, mostly mild nausea and fever, but it had caused violent and fatal hemorrhaging in almost all humans. Those painful few who made it to the exits before acquiring a lethal dose of the gas suffered from crippling waves of nausea and diarrhea. Not surprisingly, androids were unaffected by the gas.
The death toll was still being calculated, but so far the most recent count was one hundred twenty-nine. The news reporters were still broadcasting en ma
PompeiiI will lay my body at the base of your columnsPompeii by pomohippie7
Waiting for the flaking of your warpaint;
This could make all the difference.
The whore-babble language of your oracle
Heard from the great taproot
Tastes like sodden wool in another's mouth
This is what I have to say in the dark
With your hand smothering my hip and side
Like a cloud meant for Pompeii,
And the fires are never drenched.
I have collected your warpaint
Swept and scooped from the base
In flakes no bigger than glitter
To adhere to myself
Like sticky snails to leaves.
The eternal tremors will knock them free.
Defying the omenFaith is both an honor and a curseDefying the omen by jade-pandora
as your fist rests upon my brow,
hoping it won't lessen this fever
and the portents of scarab oracles
that have you trading in a
life of always just one more day
for an urn of emblazoned frescoes
with processions of maids and of bulls
filled with my ashes, bright as bone.
Hunting of the Job.Hunting of the Job.Hunting of the Job. by KelaLewis-Morin
C.V after C.V.
Praying for kind words from referees.
Constant online submissions.
Bolstering my employable ammunition.
Researching and rewording.
Hoping they will label me as deserving.
In order to better my position.
Forcefully financing a high level of optimism.
Application after application.
Attempting to obtain any occupation.
Compromising my preferred industry.
Approaching each interview cynically.
Signing up to multiple age
From Time To Time.From Time To Time.From Time To Time. by KelaLewis-Morin
Want to know the value of ten years?
Why don’t you try asking a newly divorced couple?
And see if they have any wasted tears.
Want to know the value of three years?
Why don’t you try asking an exhausted graduate?
And see if they are ready to start their career.
Want to know the value of nine months?
Why don’t you try asking a distraught mum?
And see if she misses her baby bump.
Want to know the value of four weeks?
Why don’t try asking someone who has been fired?
And see if they like prospect of living on the streets.
Want to know the value of an hour?
Why don’t you try asking someone who missed their alarm?
And see if they still had time to eat breakfast and shower.
Want to know the value of a minute?
Why don’t you try asking someone who missed the last train?
And see if they will be momentarily pushed to their limits.
No matter the amount,
Every single moment counts.
Even when the first day becomes every day
And all the seconds a
Double-Cross My Heart - Chapter 4Double-Cross My Heart - Chapter 4 by BrandonHill
***PLEASE REMEMBER TO READ THE CAVEAT IN THE INFORMATION BOX AT THE END OF CHAPTER 1!!***
“You’re unbelievable; you know that?” I could hear Joe’s gravelly snarl more easily than my nose could catch his scent. And his anger was like a high-pressure water hose switched on with no one to control it. Incredulity and outright fury practically suffused the air. I supposed Derek had informed him of the troop withdrawal ... or he was just always this angry. His quickness to the trigger during our first encounter certainly seemed to justify that guess.
“You expect this outsider to just waltz in here and tell you what to do ... to tell us what to do, and for me to just be cool with it?” Joe blustered as I reached the entrance door. Instead of opening it, I stood quietly and listened on for the moment. “We choose this life for a reason: to stay
Double-Cross My Heart - Chapter 3Double-Cross My Heart - Chapter 3 by BrandonHill
***PLEASE READ THE CAVEAT IN THE DESCRIPTION FOR CHAPTER 1 BEFORE READING!***
“You know what you’re here to protect, right?” Derek asked.
“Father told me that one of you had a baby,” I replied. “A little girl, if memory serves? A dhampir?”
“Deb is taking care of her,” Derek said with a nod. “Mother’s dead. She was human; that was a nightmare to cover up. Somewhere along the line, Lothos must’ve gotten wind of it. Seems like everywhere we go, he’s been hounding us. He’s been picking us off one by one, every time we make a stop somewhere, probably so she’ll have no protectors when he comes for her. We’ve been keeping on the road for the most part, and resting out in the boondocks, so he’ll have a harder time finding us. We also shut off all our c
Double-Cross My Heart - Chapter 2Double-Cross My Heart - Chapter 2 by BrandonHill
**PLEASE READ THE STORY DESCRIPTION AND WARNING IN THE CHAPTER 1 DESCRIPTION IF YOU HAVEN'T YET!**
I had wasted little time after Father gave me the orders. The mission was about as priority one as it could get, but it had surprised me that this involved a tribe of vagabonds. We’d had dealings with them before, rarely ever pleasant, as some tribes would overstep their bounds and threaten the veil of secrecy we all honored: a mutually advantageous, unspoken pact between all our kind, regardless of clan. Fortunately, this visit was not over an issue of breaching that pact. There were no sloppy members of our kind who couldn’t keep their fangs sheathed, or went on a blood-soaked tear, leaving local law enforcement officials confused and people with memories that needed altering, and burdening our clan with a very grueling and unpleasant task of cleanup. This assignment would be far more pleasant ... relatively sp
Forgive MeI'm tired. Why are you coming in so late in the night?Forgive Me by redpinkandwhite
What is it that you want from me, my son? An apology?
Oh, that's what you want, then? An apology for my actions so many years ago?
There is no way I can apologize for what happened. You were already torn from my arms. You were already stolen off. You were already reared by another. No mere words I speak now will be able to undo that. Nothing I can do will bring you back into my arms.
How could I ever apologize for doing something so egregiously wrong?
I left you behind.
I left you behind!
I didn't mean to. Of course I didn't mean to! You were our boy who would grow into our son. Our precious baby.
Once the Great War started, once the blood of our brothers began to guise our true purpose, my priorities began to shift in the wrong direction. I could not think evenly when our--my--people, those whom I had sworn to protect until my dying breath, were being slaughtered. They became the priority.
I had to evacuate them. Y
Demonic ButterflyDemonic Butterfly by DawnArdent
Those who don't get into the habit of dying frequently wither inside - and death comes all at once to finally free them from their fear.
- Dreamer's Handbook
Its wings laced with the shimmer of demonic energies, the butterfly flittered not-so-innocently toward the rabid priest. With a strong, unnatural push, it flew inside the frothing mouth and continued down the windpipe. The possessed human started coughing, but the obstruction in his airway remained lodged, as if held there by an invisible hand.
Unlike other demonic entities, Rremine learned to control the rage in her eons of existence. She didn't forsake it, of course, but she preferred to express her aggression with refined elegance rather than clumsy brutality.
Guiding the butterfly from the overgrown park in the abandoned city all the way to the edge of the desert required patience that not many of her kind exhibited. But, she enjoyed gliding her consciousness over the urban jungle - so much life, so much strife, yet so little
Eternal SeptemberEternal September by DawnArdent
Some animals sacrifice themselves for the good of their group and species. Others do the reverse.
- The Bad Stuff, Dreamer's Handbook
John materialized on top of a tall cliff. It wasn't a teleportation spell - his consciousness could surely handle the in-between places. He sat down on a nearby rock.
Such a tranquil view. The local horizon and the fractally recurring lush vegetation soothed him. John occasionally brought his pupils here; perspective helps with thinking.
Despite the view, he gazed inward. Unlike many who reacted to the height with a love-hate kind of fear, John saw the height as a representation of distance he felt within his own inner being.
On one end of the spectrum was his analytical self, almost sterile of all emotions. John owed his survival to it, yet such mental clarity required the sacrifice of almost all else. Since his students knew only this side, they called him 'Mr. Smith' - his preference for tailored suits only reinforced the stereotype.
The Vampire Lord Must DieThe Vampire Lord Must Die by DawnArdent
Energy has to flow. The chimeric combination of wanting something while fearing it leads to misplaced needs.
- Know Thyself, Dreamer's Handbook
Ashley gently ran the tip of the blade over her fair skin. "You like this, don't you?" She whispered with as much girlish charm and womanly dominance as she could muster.
Infiltrating the manor didn't prove too difficult. Ashley made intricate plans, relying on stealth and the element of surprise to reach her target, but decided to enter through the front gate instead. Pff... men. Revealing clothes, sincere smiles, a few tactical hair-stroking gestures - and the guards let her through, mistaking the partial armor and colorful phaseblades in her bag for tools of pleasure.
The fat man gulped. "Yes. Yes, I do."
Ashley stepped closer, still toying with the blade over her forearm.
Vampirism wasn't among Ashley's favorite nightmare deformations. Instead of attractive, albeit troubled, eternally youthful beings -
Double-Cross My Heart - Chapter 9Double-Cross My Heart - Chapter 9 by BrandonHill
***AS ALWAYS, PLEASE READ THE NOTIFICATION IN CHAPTER 1 BEFORE READING!***
The next night was a return to the unpleasant, unfinished business that Derek and I could only temporarily forget about. And we were both aware that this evolution in our relationship would complicate things somewhat in that business. But it was something we knew would not be without its problems.
I envy the fact that humans can often disguise their dalliances; just simple discretion about where one went and a simple bath after the act, and most are none the wiser. Of course, we were not embarrassed by what we had done. Even as I woke up to Derek’s voice softly wishing me a good evening, followed by his even softer kiss ... and when we indulged ourselves in that simple act for a bit longer than perhaps we should have, I knew with perfect clarity that he loved me, and was not at all ashamed. Of course, there
Double-Cross My Heart - Chapter 7Double-Cross My Heart - Chapter 7 by BrandonHill
***AS ALWAYS, PLEASE SEE THE CAVEAT IN CHAPTER 1 BEFORE READING!!!***
The thing about trouble is that it has the most disobliging tendency to come at the worst times. Of course, one could argue that there’s never a good time for trouble, but at least in my own clan we were always ready for it, and far better prepared. Derek’s clan, on the other hand, had lived in relative peace for so long, and with little interruption by Lothos’s depredations, that this game of survival was something that was most unpleasantly new and unexpected. And until my arrival, they’d reacted to it in the best way they knew how, though it was woefully inappropriate. But this particular “worst time,” had of course, been the odd, exhilarating, and awkward moment that Derek and I had just shared ... or to be more exact, almost shared. Even now, in the center of this danger, frustration mixed with a plethora of emotions I believ
Double-Cross My Heart - Chapter 6Double-Cross My Heart - Chapter 6 by BrandonHill
**Some of the content of this chapter may contradict some thing I wrote in previous chapters. Please remember that this is a work in progress, and that contradictions are being noted and will be corrected. Thanks. **
***AS BEFORE, PLEASE READ THE CAVEAT IN THE DESCRIPTION AREA FOR CHAPTER 1! HAPPY READING!***
The next two nights were mostly uneventful, with the exception of one very clumsy agent of Lothos being blinded by one of the sickspray traps, then roasted alive by the UV lamps. It was actually rather disappointing, as it robbed me of the opportunity to interrogate him -not that I believed he would have known anything of any significance. But the process would have at least been a change of pace for me. We found him dead at the outer perimeter of the traps, his charred remains frozen in the middle of a shift, making for a particularly twisted-looking corpse. It seemed as if he had been trying to become
Race Among Race'sRace Among Race'sRace Among Race's by KelaLewis-Morin
Racism will always be a complex and hazardous topic.
It is something that is deeply implanted within our logic.
It may be expressed in the form of a humorous joke.
Or may be intentionally announced in order to provoke.
Because they know that it is guaranteed to get a reaction.
And we impulsively give them that much needed satisfaction.
Somehow we feel the need to defend our specified skin colour.
We fight fire with fire to defend our heritage with misguided honour.
That's why racism can never be vanquished or become extinct.
It is how the world works and even if we don't say it, we will always think
How the colour of another person's skin affects their general demeanour.
Even though the colour of a person's skin is simply just a miniscule feature.
Even in jest we are giving this taboo topic the oxygen it needs to survive.
Equality is nothing but a well rehearsed illusion, which will never be truly alive.
The Racial EquationThe Racial Equation.The Racial Equation by KelaLewis-Morin
We are all born from the same =.
÷ by colour, shade and tone.
X by the errors of the past.
Only +'s to the difficulty life today.
UtopiaUtopiaUtopia by KelaLewis-Morin
I raise my head and tilt it towards the skies.
Open my imagination and close my eyes.
Envision a place where I would rather be.
As far away from any judgmental eye that can see.
A place where all my dilemmas become obsolete.
Free from my troubles and the expanding concrete
Confinement that I am forced to exist in.
A place where it doesn't matter if you don't fit in.
A place where nothing but a smile is required.
Where I can think and write to my heart's desire.
A place free from any physical and mental disposition.
Free from the conflicting and persuasive power of religion.
A place where there are adjustable weather conditions.
Where there is no need to enforce any laws or restrictions.
A place where everyone can do exactly what they wanted.
Where everyone would feel appreciated, accepted and wanted.
A place where money is just an undefined and unwritten word.
Where it is promised no natural or manmade disaster will ever occur.
A place that even the man upstairs would speak high
HerstoryHer-storyHerstory by KelaLewis-Morin
I can't describe to you how much I love her.
I actually feel nauseous just at the thought of her even thinking of another.
In all my short life I never even thought I would ever discover.
A woman that I would be proud to name as my baby's mother.
I know that if I were to hypothetically loose everything, we would still have each other
And it is my chest only that she will caress under the cover.
Of course we are bound to argue and I will occasionally confront her.
Although I might not say it, I might even imagine her being someone else's lover.
And it's because of my insecurity and paranoia I end up making her suffer.
I'm just so used to everything going wrong sometimes I forget there is a book underneath every cover.
But the books I have read and heard about have forced me to think twice and not even bother.
They teach me to remain loyal to my masculine nature and become the perpetually lusting hunter.
That cares only about himself and disregards all others.
However that is n
the only godEating amphetamines,the only god by sunshinegypsy
like candy from your fingers, always your fingers
in the chair by the window,
always waiting for the sun to set, for the
slow creep of time to bring your voice
I will race you downhill, I will
meet you there, below the dark,
I will tell my secrets to strangers, wonder when
you will break,
break me open with your knowing fingers,
not the neighbours, the nurse asking me if I am
feeling, anymore, the girl behind the counter
at the drugstore, her kind hands over mine,
If you can count my ribs,
will you love me, or stay, the
whispering to each other
in the night.
Rainy August Bank HolidayI could only ever have fallen in love with you in August,Rainy August Bank Holiday by Anarkhos
when all the world is overseas, and unable to say
no no no no no no no until I stick two fingers to the world,
and do you anyway,
or worse, say 'oh Bella' and make me halve my heart.
It could only ever have been on a rainy bank holiday weekend in August,
the two of us tangled in the sheets,
hearing the rain on the windowpanes and snuggling closer together.
Only on a day like this could a heart be so completely
It could only ever have been you, my love, to capture my heart,
and steal my every breath. Your red-gold hair, sea blue eyes
and the way you bite your lower lip.
Your cheeky grin, hiding all those lies you told, and proving me
a weak-kneed fool.
Yes, all it takes is a rainy bank holiday weekened in August,
a girl and a boy, and a soul is sold for the price of an hour,
a long eternal hour.
And it is worth it.
The Last SunriseThe Last SunriseThe Last Sunrise by Ravenwolfe0
Rough Draft 1
The sunrise that morning was beautiful rising above the horizon with first a hint of red growing ever so slowly into orange. The mountains standing in the distance between the dawn and myself was the most wondrous I had ever seen. The Pain had begun with the first glimmer of morning and spread as the sun rose. The forest below the mountains glittered with the emerald sparkling of dew-spattered greenery of spring. The pain had spread throughout my body by that time and I was writhing in agony while watching this most beautiful of sunrises. It spread even further highlighting the grasslands past the forest, the pain was so intense my clothes were smoldering due to the reaction of the suns rays with my body. I was smoldering, blistering, my skin was beginning to bubble because the fluids of my body were boiling. Then the sun hit me full on with it's cleansing radiance. The agony was so unspeakable I thought it would never end. My flesh began to burn
|These are poetry (and some short stories/prose/etc) magazines that I have submitted work to personally:|
The Prose-Poem: www.prose-poems.com/
The Bicycle Review: www.thebicyclereview.net
Hobo Camp Review: hobocampreview.blogspot.com
Brevity Poetry Review: brevitypoetryreview.blogspot.c…
Bong is Bard: bardisbong.blogspot.com
Cascadia Review (Limited to those in the Cascadia Region, USA): cascadiareview.org/
The Neglected Ratio: theneglectedratio.wordpress.co…
Mas Tequila Review: themastequilareview.wordpress.…
Los Angeles Review: redhen.org/losangelesreview/su…
Wild Goose Poetry: wildgoosepoetryreview.wordpres…
Your Daily Poem: yourdailypoem.com/page/guideli…
News Review: www.newsreview.com/sacramento/…
New Verse News: comments.deviantart.com/1/3423…
The Barefoot Review: www.barefootreview.org/
Oragami Poems Project: www.origamipoems.com
This Literary Magazine: www.thiszine.org
Fried Chicken and Coffee: www.friedchickenandcoffee.com/
Surreal Grotesque: www.surrealgrotesque.com/
The Junk Lot Review: thejunklot.blogspot.com/ - Believed to be defunct.
The Legendary: www.downdirtyword.com/
The Missing Slate: themissingslate.com/
GR@WL!X: grawlixpoetry.blogspot.com - Believed to be defunct.
Prairie Schooner: prairieschooner.unl.edu/submis…
New Letters: www.newletters.org/submissions…
Mannequin Envy : mannequinenvy.com/submissions.…
Third Wednesday: www.thirdwednesday.org/submiss…
The Blue Jew Yorker: www.thebluejewyorker.com/submi…
From East to West: fromeasttowestbv.com/submissio…
Read This: www.readthismagazine.co.uk/
The Susquehanna Review (for undergrads): sureview.wordpress.com/
The Whitefish Review: www.whitefishreview.org/index.…
Verandah Literary Journal: www.deakin.edu.au/arts-ed/vera…
Alaska Quarterly Review: www.uaa.alaska.edu/aqr/
American Literary Review: www.engl.unt.edu/alr/
American Poetry Review: www.aprweb.org/
The Apple Valley Review: www.applevalleyreview.com/
The Junk Lot Review: thejunklot.blogspot.com/
The Legendary: www.downdirtyword.com/
The Missing Slate: themissingslate.com/
vox poetica: voxpoetica.com/
List of publishers who accept online submissions: andromeda.rutgers.edu/~lcrew/p…
Poets&Writers Magazine online list of Literary Magazines (you can sign up for it through email or order print copies - it has valuable resources, including conferences, workshops, grants and contests). www.pw.org/magazine
Super mini chapbooks - Origami Poems: www.origamipoems.com
Events BoardClub Events:August 2013 Haikuwrimo: Cherish the SummerA list of Eastern style publications, put together by
And check out our own SadisticIceCream's journal for more options! sadisticicecream.deviantart.co…
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