Pris Campbell's Blog, page 7
December 1, 2010
Gean journal is out. AND The Red Fez
Gean Tree Journal of short forms is out! Go to http://www.geantree.com/indexcover.html to check it out.
Under haiga, you'll find three collaborations of mine with Geoff Sanderson. Each comes up one at the time, so hit 'next' underneath to see all three.
A good issue to browse through if you like haiga, haiku, tanka, and more.
Also, today, The Red Fez published their journal. Find my poem in it at http://www.redfez.net/ You'll also find find poets such as A.D. Winans, Lyn Lifshin, Puma Pearl....
Still dealing with this virus from you know where. Throat raw. Can't talk and am weak. Will it ever end??
Not online much but did want to post this.
Under haiga, you'll find three collaborations of mine with Geoff Sanderson. Each comes up one at the time, so hit 'next' underneath to see all three.
A good issue to browse through if you like haiga, haiku, tanka, and more.
Also, today, The Red Fez published their journal. Find my poem in it at http://www.redfez.net/ You'll also find find poets such as A.D. Winans, Lyn Lifshin, Puma Pearl....
Still dealing with this virus from you know where. Throat raw. Can't talk and am weak. Will it ever end??
Not online much but did want to post this.
Gean journal is out.
Gean Tree Journal of short forms is out! Go to http://www.geantree.com/indexcover.html to check it out.
Under haiga, you'll find three collaborations of mine with Geoff Sanderson. Each comes up one at the time, so hit 'next' underneath to see all three.
A good issue to browse through if you like haiga, haiku, tanka, and more.
Still dealing with this virus from you know where. Not online much but did want to post this.
Under haiga, you'll find three collaborations of mine with Geoff Sanderson. Each comes up one at the time, so hit 'next' underneath to see all three.
A good issue to browse through if you like haiga, haiku, tanka, and more.
Still dealing with this virus from you know where. Not online much but did want to post this.
November 28, 2010
Three Christmas/holiday poems
Snow Globe
Wiry haired Nick on my left,
the one yet to die in a plane crash,
and John, once-lover, now friend, on my right,
hold me in our giddy weave
through the snow bombed Boston Commons.
Christmas Eve… our futures
still stretched out ahead of us
on some gypsy's palm.
We kiss where the sidewalks meet.
Nick's mouth tastes of weed,
John's of some sweet sticky punch.
My laugh slices the dark like a laser.
A star loosens; falls.
I wish this night
might become a snow globe
to take home and shake
on some other Christmas Eve.
I want to see us again,
we three on this holy night
high and shivering,
young and invincible,
as we dance to the last tinkling
strains of Liebestraum.
published in Sketchbook Journal, 2007
and The Dead Mule 2009
christmas crossed
it went up yesterday
that twenty foot cross,
complete with dangling messiah,
lording it over the palmetto saws
and disco-dressed in K-mart lights.
her yearly monument to jesus.
cars troll our street
from twilight to midnight,
bumper to bumper,
while her messiah watches
with tired eyes.
the neighbors protest,
sign petitions,
make late night threats.
she's ruining the neighborhood!
but the county says no law exists
to prevent an eighty year old lady
from crucifying jesus all over again
in the privacy of her own front yard.
I gather tossed beer cans at dawn.
they bring me a few bucks
for cheap muscatel.
his blood in a jug
my absolution.
Published in MiPo Weekly, 2002
and The Dead Mule 2009
First Night
The night after that first
hurricane we walked into yards
stacked with lost trees,
wood fences, roof shingles
and somebody's old lawn chair
and it was dark, so very dark,
like a plug had been pulled
on South Florida and it was
the First Night all over again
before Eve gave Adam the apple
and so black I could see the Milky Way,
the Dipper, and the Man In the Moon's
grin and so quiet, like Nature
was humming Hosanna in the Highest,
and I was part of the chosen choir.
published in Boxcar Poetry Review, 2006
and The Dead Mule 2010
Wiry haired Nick on my left,
the one yet to die in a plane crash,
and John, once-lover, now friend, on my right,
hold me in our giddy weave
through the snow bombed Boston Commons.
Christmas Eve… our futures
still stretched out ahead of us
on some gypsy's palm.
We kiss where the sidewalks meet.
Nick's mouth tastes of weed,
John's of some sweet sticky punch.
My laugh slices the dark like a laser.
A star loosens; falls.
I wish this night
might become a snow globe
to take home and shake
on some other Christmas Eve.
I want to see us again,
we three on this holy night
high and shivering,
young and invincible,
as we dance to the last tinkling
strains of Liebestraum.
published in Sketchbook Journal, 2007
and The Dead Mule 2009
christmas crossed
it went up yesterday
that twenty foot cross,
complete with dangling messiah,
lording it over the palmetto saws
and disco-dressed in K-mart lights.
her yearly monument to jesus.
cars troll our street
from twilight to midnight,
bumper to bumper,
while her messiah watches
with tired eyes.
the neighbors protest,
sign petitions,
make late night threats.
she's ruining the neighborhood!
but the county says no law exists
to prevent an eighty year old lady
from crucifying jesus all over again
in the privacy of her own front yard.
I gather tossed beer cans at dawn.
they bring me a few bucks
for cheap muscatel.
his blood in a jug
my absolution.
Published in MiPo Weekly, 2002
and The Dead Mule 2009
First Night
The night after that first
hurricane we walked into yards
stacked with lost trees,
wood fences, roof shingles
and somebody's old lawn chair
and it was dark, so very dark,
like a plug had been pulled
on South Florida and it was
the First Night all over again
before Eve gave Adam the apple
and so black I could see the Milky Way,
the Dipper, and the Man In the Moon's
grin and so quiet, like Nature
was humming Hosanna in the Highest,
and I was part of the chosen choir.
published in Boxcar Poetry Review, 2006
and The Dead Mule 2010
November 18, 2010
Thanksgiving haiku
more missing faces
around the table this year...
Thanksgiving dinner
My parents and aunt (to right) in the early eighties.
around the table this year...
Thanksgiving dinner
My parents and aunt (to right) in the early eighties.
Poem in Blue Fifth Review, Sam Rasnake, editor
A poem of mine , with art by Mary Hillier, inspired by the poem is in the just released Blue Fith Review. The link opens in a separate window.
I seem to be posting a lot of publications in these recent posts. I want to say I'm pleased and give a heads up to these journals. This has been a very tough year healthwise and it gives me pleasure to know that I can still accomplish something I feel is valuable without being able to leave the house.
I apologize that I've not made my usual blog reading rounds in a while now. I'm just on overload from the rear-ending on our way back from seeing the Miami doctor in Klimas' lab in July, then an infection and back to back viruses.
I seem to be posting a lot of publications in these recent posts. I want to say I'm pleased and give a heads up to these journals. This has been a very tough year healthwise and it gives me pleasure to know that I can still accomplish something I feel is valuable without being able to leave the house.
I apologize that I've not made my usual blog reading rounds in a while now. I'm just on overload from the rear-ending on our way back from seeing the Miami doctor in Klimas' lab in July, then an infection and back to back viruses.
November 14, 2010
Featured in The Nervous Breakdown
S.A. Griffin....poet, actor, friend and co-editor of The Outlaw Bible of American Poetry recommended me to the editors of The Nervous Breakdown, and here's my feature. Would love it if you at least took at peek at http://www.thenervousbreakdown.com/category/poetry/
Thanks!
Pris
Thanks!
Pris
November 12, 2010
They come in threes...
This week and last, I have a poem out in Wild Goose review,The Redheaded Stepchild, and two in
Outlaw Poetry
. If you're a poet, looking for a good place to submit, I enjoy being in all of these journals.
This is my first time in The Redheaded Stepchild, a journal that only takes submissions that have been rejected elsewhere. Since the rejection rate for Stepchild runs over 80 percent, according to the editorial, it has so many rejections that a new journal has been started (not one of theirs) that publishes 'rejections The Redheaded Stepchild')
Actually good comes in fours this time. I was invited to be featured in The Nervous Breakdown and will likely be in this weekend. I'll post the link then. This one is new for me. S.A. Griffin, poet/actor and co-editor of The Outlaw Bible for American Poetry, gave one of the editors my name, he looked at my work and sent the invite. Thanks, S.A.
My 'virus from hell' is better at last, but not yet gone. Crossing my fingers that's soon.
Pris
This is my first time in The Redheaded Stepchild, a journal that only takes submissions that have been rejected elsewhere. Since the rejection rate for Stepchild runs over 80 percent, according to the editorial, it has so many rejections that a new journal has been started (not one of theirs) that publishes 'rejections The Redheaded Stepchild')
Actually good comes in fours this time. I was invited to be featured in The Nervous Breakdown and will likely be in this weekend. I'll post the link then. This one is new for me. S.A. Griffin, poet/actor and co-editor of The Outlaw Bible for American Poetry, gave one of the editors my name, he looked at my work and sent the invite. Thanks, S.A.
My 'virus from hell' is better at last, but not yet gone. Crossing my fingers that's soon.
Pris
November 8, 2010
Readership on blog and website
I've brought up this question before as readership on my personal blog (erratically posted to these days) drops to half it was before facebook became so popular. Oddly, I've been paying attention to the stats my pay website sends me every couple of weeks--just part of their service for the 7. 50 a month I pay to be there with my domain name. I have an average of between four to five thousand readers on the website a month. No-one has signed the guest book in years so I have no idea who they are. On a website there's no way of interaction, like on a blog, but that part has dropped, too.
Just an interesting fact to pass on.
I'm still with the cold from hell and no voice going on five full weeks now. My husband is sick, too. Only the dog and two cats seem to be mucus free and racing about the house full of vigor.
My website is HERE. Poetic Inspirations.
Just an interesting fact to pass on.
I'm still with the cold from hell and no voice going on five full weeks now. My husband is sick, too. Only the dog and two cats seem to be mucus free and racing about the house full of vigor.
My website is HERE. Poetic Inspirations.
November 2, 2010
Find your passion....
...it'll keep you alive inside.
my hand
grasping the pen...
ecstasy
my hand
grasping the pen...
ecstasy
