Tag: reading
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Revisit Candice Louisa Daquin’s The Abortionist’s Chair
In light of the United State’s Supreme Court’s ruling overturning Roe v. Wade, I invite you to revisit Candice Louisa Daquin’s powerful poem “The Abortionist’s Chair”. Candice is our 2022 ROAR winner; go read the rest of her work and her inspiring Q&A here. Stay brave. Love, Renwick Berchild, GLJ Editor The Abortionist’s Chair Candice…
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What the Trash Reveals by Renwick Berchild
What the Trash Reveals A woman’s reliquary. Whole photo albums doused in nicotine, each bit of uneaten Shepherd’s pie with scissor snips, split pencils, blue crayon nubs— for don’t you know— I adore blue, in the ways it wantlessly weaves the woad soul through button holes and Cuckoo wasp mouths, in the ways it waves…
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Green Lion Journal is Accepting Submissions for GLJ Blog and For ROAR Showcase
Submissions are now open for GLJ Blog and for ROAR showcase. Green Lion Journal is an online independent literary review for poetry and prose, with an annual feature, ROAR, showcasing several works from one poet for a full year, and a blog which publishes poems on a regular basis. GLJ proudly displays the works of both greenhorns and hardened veterans,…
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I Miss by Jesse Finn
I Miss Jesse Finn, Poem I miss the nights of a small town. The trains, iron wyrms winding through town, Rolling on in thunderous rhythm, A lullaby louder and a hundred times More calming than lapping ocean waves. On humid summer nights, the fairgrounds came alive As the wild folk proved their superiority in drag…
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What Follows by Robert Okaji
What Follows Robert Okaji, Poem His hand can’t collect what he finds at daybreak. Traffic rumbling, pulses ticking and the layered smells of dried leaves and last night’s pizza. Her smile, in sleep. In ecstasy, even while the week’s tasks drain through his punctured pockets and nothing deters memory and the never was. Wondering why…
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Two Poems by Robert Okaji
Been There Robert Okaji, Poem Imagine how summer rain differs from winter’s. How I’ve become the blackest ribbon of your nights. What if pine needles rose from the earth to rejoin branches? And your conspiracies all wove true? A tapestry of bleak faces concealed in untruths. Bottles uncorked and emptied. I no longer fill your…
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Shaded Complexity by Sia Morweng
Shaded Complexity Sia Morweng, Poem I made a stream of My frustrations —Beneath it all Instructed. ..those that bled red Knew plastic not to be their destined container Let them bleed And while not depleting The tainted red found itself pouring endlessly Through this and that moments buried in my Lull personality. Persuaded. …those that…
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Before A Lifetime by Sia Morweng
Before A Lifetime Sia Morweng, Poem What would a forgotten you be like, not left to your devices or scratched off my embroidered moments; simply my thoughts placing a curtain before my adamant desire to chase fantasy? Would I live up there with a forgetful wall, mirroring an empty space or would there be a…
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Who Will Say First? by Sia Morweng
Sia Morweng is an emerging poet. She writes a blog called That Gut Wrenching Poetry, where she puts all her undiluted thoughts, fiction and music that she loves. She says, “What I want to do is write poetry in how we speak and turn how we speak into a melodramatic consequence.” Find more of her…
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“[D]on’t be precious.”: Q & A With Candice Louisa Daquin, our 2022 ROAR Showcase Finale
“[D]on’t be precious.”: Q & A With Candice Louisa Daquin Q. What is your earliest memory of poetry? A: I have a very bad memory of early years but I do remember the poem “Small Hands” by Walt Whitman* being spoken in a Woody Allen movie and me being really deeply affected. I think it…
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