Thirty Days of Poetry: Day #11

Day #11:

Celebrating National Poetry Month by highlighting 30 days of literary publishers who produce poetry you can listen to, watch, or read, in 5 minutes or less.

If you’re the luckiest person in the world, you have an Anne in your life. My Anne is my neighbor, more than a generation older than I in years, but infinitely younger in spirit. She walked the wilderness where I now live before she was a newlywed.

Anne, a trained biologist and former orange rancher, is the first person who taught me the ways of the trails out my back door, after I moved to our canyon. She patiently named the wildflowers and birds, taught me how to clap leaden mud from boots after a rainy hike, how to avoid stepping on rattlesnakes. She gives my grandchildren birdseed to attract the next generation of songbirds to our oaks and sycamores.

Today’s recommendation,, a project of the Academy of American Poets is for Anne, and all the elders who patiently, gladly, pass along traditions and knowledge to upcoming generations.

The Academy of American Poets was “Founded in 1934 to support American poets at all stages of their careers and to foster the appreciation of contemporary poetry—the producer of, Poem-a-Day, National Poetry Month, and more.” You’ll find poems, poet biographies, lesson plans, videos, events, and a poem-a-day feature.

With thousands of poems to peruse, it might seem daunting to begin. But with Anne in mind, I selected “Eye on the Sparrow,” by Georgina Marie Guardado.

It begins:

I woke to rapid flapping, the air cold
the time unknown. The dog’s paws tapping
on chill hardwood floor. Sudden
commotion. Jumping to corral what was
assumed to be an animal fight, I find
a California Towhee in my dining room.

from “Eye on the Sparrow” by georgina marie guardado

Listen to the poet read “Eye on the Sparrow” to you.

“…We sit
together for what seems like hours…”

Good poetry can do that. Slow down time. Fill you with wonder.

May your day be long enough. Slow enough and filled with enough wonder and beauty.

Thirty Days of Poetry. Day #10

Day #10: Heron Tree

Celebrating National Poetry Month by highlighting 30 days of literary journals that publish poetry you can listen to, or read, in 5 minutes or less.

May you forever keep the spirit of adventure within, and use it to explore and stay curious. This recommendation is for my son, James. From the minute he could walk, he was inquisitive. Daring. He’s grown now, but still greets life with open arms and is truly one of the most interesting people I know. He listens deeply and always finds a way to make everyone feel comfortable in their own skin.

For all you likeminded curious, yet calm, literary adventurers, I offer Heron Tree. In addition to traditionally presented line poetry, Heron Tree also offers Visual Poetry, “poems that especially communicate through their presentation on the page.” Words swirl and over-write each other to create something new again.

And there’s more. One of my favorite sections is “Found in the Public Domain.”  “All works in the series were constructed from materials in the public domain in the United States.” 

The source material is wide: Interviews from the Federal Writers’ Project Slave Narratives collection; a US government poster providing directions for the evacuation and internment of people with Japanese heritage during World War II; Emily Dickinson poems.

My recommended poem in the newest Heron Tree issue, Volume 9,  is “John Mills’ Letter of a Radio Engineer to his Son on Electricity and Matter.” It’s a found poem. 

Poet M. E. Silverman says, “I was immediately struck by the poetic language, the imagery, the science, and mostly importantly the affection that pours through for his son.” It begins:

My Dear Son, 

I hope you will one day be interested in radio-telephony and will want me to explain it to you. Here
is the simplest explanation I can give
and still make it possible 

for you to listen. 

Poetry helps make it possible for us to listen to one another, to share what’s on our hearts. May your heart stay open always.

And when you find a good poem, remember to share.

Thirty Days of Poetry. Day #9.

Day #9: The Hoot Review

Celebrating National Poetry Month by highlighting 30 days of literary journals that publish poetry you can listen to or read in 5 minutes or less.

This recommendation is for my daughter, Erin. Of course I’m biased, but she really is one of the most joyful humans I know. She’s also one of the most busy, yet skillful at finding time to fit in things she has to do – like mother two kiddos and work hard – while simultaneously making those around her feel special.

So this recommendation is for all you really busy people, especially those who say you have no time to seek out poetry. I give you The Hoot Review.

Each issue is one poem. On a postcard. 150 words or less. 

From the “About” page: 

HOOT is a postcard.  A very nice-looking one.  With writing on it!

It is also a little more complicated than that.  It is also:

a brief, displayable, shareable literary magazine.

The idea is:

-to have stories and poems on a postcard, so that they can be displayed and shared easily. Stick it on the fridge! Tuck it in your husband’s/wife’s briefcase or nephew’s bookbag!”

I give The Hoot Review a double endorsement: brevity and when you visit the print issue online, there is an audio file of the poet reading their poem.

The most recent poem, “You, You Brilliant” by Sean Lyon is a fitting lyric for a Saturday night. 

“Dance like you have a cadre of backup beauties

dressed as aliens or jellyfish…”

Go on now and dance. But first, go experience 5 minutes or less of poetry.

Thirty Days of Poetry. Day #8

Day #8: Voicemail Poems

Celebrating National Poetry Month by highlighting 30 days of literary journals that publish poetry you can listen to, or read, in 5 minutes or less.

Two upturned pink lobster tails in the setting sun on beach sand

Have you ever come upon something that looks as if it was abandoned moments before you found it? These empty pink lobster tails, lit by the setting sun on wet sand at the tide line, are just that, and a metaphor for this 30 Days of Poetry Project, Day #8.

The image represents me shedding the idea of focusing on literary journals that you can solely read rather than listen to. Poetry is, after all, a literature meant to be heard. 

Today’s journal recommendation, Voicemail Poems, is for my friend Pam who lost her sight as an adult. Pam says she’s been a bit surprised by how unpleasant it is to explore poetry journals using only the monotone voice of her screen reader so I went in search of those that also offer audio or video.

Voicemail Poems is “an online magazine that highlights the intimate and raw voices of new and established writers of all styles. Poets submit to the magazine by reading their work to a voicemail box. Our favorites are picked seasonally and published on our website and our Soundcloud.” 

That’s right. You get a variety of poets’ voices in your ear with each issue.

One of my favorites poems from the recent Winter, 2022 issue is Crystal Silva’s “primas”

The beginning goes like this:

we bump over basement tile, toes stubbing
over grout grooves. sock-skating
while our tios pinball pool cues upstairs.
lips covered in egg-sweet crumbs gush
of some-days and one-days, when we’re big.

Click around the site and listen to all the voices.

In the category of “some-days and one-days”, yes, I’m trying to do better to get this site more accommodating for all persons on the human experience / sensory ability spectrum. I’m a really slow learner. I make so many mistakes.

Thank you for your patience with my learning curve. And thank you for all your suggestions and questions. It’s feeling like an exquisite scavenger hunt to find just the right poetry fit for my friends this month.

Thirty Days of Poetry. Day #7

Day #7The Los Angeles Review

Celebrating National Poetry Month by highlighting 30 days of literary journals that publish poetry you can read in 5 minutes or less.

Can you love a city like a friend? I do. Born, raised, educated, loved, ignored, entertained, and always welcomed home by my city. This recommendation is for Los Angeles, and all the friends I first found within its borders of beauty, glory, pain and wildness.

The Los Angeles Review, according to its website, is: 

“an annual print and online literary journal established in 2003, is the voice of Los Angeles, and the voice of the nation. With its multitude of cultures, Los Angeles roils at the center of the cauldron of divergent literature emerging from the West Coast. Perhaps from this place something can emerge that speaks to the writer or singer or dancer or wild person in all of us, something disturbing, something alive, something of the possibility of what it could be to be human in the 21st century.”

There are so many poetry offerings on its pages, each paired with an evocative photo. Sometimes I like to scroll deeply through the archives, especially if I’m new to a journal or haven’t read it in a while. One of my all time favorites from The Los Angeles Review is “A Happy Ending” by Leah Umansky.

“A Happy Ending” begins like this:

A ship isn’t built to stay safely tied to harbor. All the ways we wander and wave: the sails in the wind, the convex of their girth, the flummox of their flail.

The last decade, its nearing of time, and the ways I cling to what I cling to: of what belongs, of what is far-reaching, of what is bound for refuge or for naught.

“All the ways we wander and wave…” Aren’t we all just trying to find our happy endings?

Thank you all so much for your favorite poetry-publishing journal recommendations. Keep them coming. So many journals to discover!

There’s truly no end to the number of ways to bring poetry into your life.

Thirty Days of Poetry. Day #6

Day #6: Palette Poetry

Celebrating National Poetry Month by highlighting 30 days of literary journals that publish poetry you can read in 5 minutes or less.

This recommendation is for my Laura, my friend who approaches every moment of life with the openness of a wild spring bouquet. Laura is the kind of person who stays curious about the back stories of people she meets. She’s one of the best listeners I know, the friend who always lifts you up.

Similarly, from the Palette Poetry Mission Statement:

Palette Poetry endeavors to uplift and engage emerging and established poets in our larger community.

The world is eager for poets. In 2016, more people spent their hard earned money on poetry books than any other year on record. When times are dark, the world always turns to poets for empathy, for answers, for words, bucking and new.

Palette Poetry is here to paint our small part of the world with truth through poetry, as hopeful and eviscerating as truth can be.”

Palette Poetry is one of the most intentional journals I know about being “an inclusive and safe and encouraging space for all voices, especially those that often go unheard or unrecognized.”

What do I mean by being intentional?

Palette keeps a reserved portal for traditionally under-represented poets to submit work and receive a response more quickly than the general submission category with this explanation:  “We at Palette Poetry hope to use our platform to actively begin demolishing the discriminatory systems that pervade the publishing industry.  To that end, we welcome Black writers, Indigenous writers, and writers of color (BIPOC) to submit through this category for a quick decision made directly by the editors. We’ll do our best to return a decision on your poetry within 2-4 weeks.”

One of my favorite recent poems is “I Want to be Alive for a Reason” by Summer Farah. 

Here’s a sneak peek of the beginning.

i want to sing & remember wind i think of my training of breath control               the power of looking of feeling song against my teeth                instinct lost i press my hand to diaphragm & nothing balloons underneath you used to be so strong my mother says you used to be so strong before before before 

By Summer Farah

After you scroll through Palette Poetry, let me know your new favorite poem.

Until then, stay colorful. Read more poetry. This month and always.

Thirty Days of Poetry. Day #5

Day #5: The Margins

Celebrating National Poetry Month by highlighting 30 days of literary journals that publish poetry you can read in 5 minutes or less.

Day #5: The Margins

This is for Linda, my spiritual friend, the kind of person who will teach you to hula on earth’s ledges at sunset to raise a full moon.

The Margins is the literary journal created by the Asian American Writers’ Workshop

AAWW is “ devoted to creating, publishing, developing and disseminating creative writing by Asian Americans, and to providing an alternative literary arts space at the intersection of migration, race, and social justice. Since our founding in 1991, we have been dedicated to the belief that Asian American stories deserve to be told.”

The Margins offers a regular Poetry Tuesday section featuring, you guessed it, new poetry. One of my all time Poetry Tuesday favorites is “Two Poems” by Jennifer Huang.

Here’s the beginning of “Notes on Orange”

Notes on Orange

In case you’re wondering, the fruit came first, the color
name second. They called it red-yellow for some time, and
for some time it was just that. Red brought nearer to
humanity by yellow, as Kandinsky described it. I am just
that: a human who wants to be closer to god. 

from “Notes on Orange” by Jennifer Huang

Grow a little this National Poetry Month. I like to think that’s why it’s in spring, the season of buds and blooms. Let me recommend a journal just for you. I really like being a poetry matchmaker. 

Thirty Days of Poetry. Day #4

Day #4: Honeyguide Literary Magazine

Celebrating National Poetry Month by highlighting 30 days of literary journals that publish poetry you can read in 5 minutes or less.

Day #4: Honeyguide Literary Magazine

I’ll be honest. I know way more animal lovers than poetry readers and writers, so this recommendation is for all the creature-caring humans, my temporary houseguest, mrbond_thepug, who helps me read, and especially for my vet, Dr. Ryan.

Honeyguide Literary Magazine is your home for all literature and art about animals. Always.

Chief Editor Amanda Marrero started the journal after a family of foxes moved into her backyard and she noticed so many similarities between humans and wild animals.

From the Honeyguide Literary Magazine “About” page: “I wanted a magazine that examined the intersects between the human and animal experience, how one fed into the other, and although we are very different, our lives, questions, struggles, hopes and fears are very often the same.”

Take special note of this gorgeous cover art, (and see the others on the website) one of a series of five mixed media pieces collectively called Nefelibata from the Portuguese for “Cloud Walker: One who lives in the clouds of their own imagination or dreams, one who does not obey conventions.” It was created by Oormila Vijayakrishnan Prahlad, an Indian-Australian artist, poet, and pianist, who serves as a chief editor for Authora Australis, a new literary journal from Australia.

Below is an excerpt from “In Great Waters by Kiersa Recktenwald featured in Honeyguide Literary Magazine Issue #3.

Center of its universe, the fish

moves in slow decisions made for it

by ancient ritual and timeless ways.

Sunlight captures the sea, but not these eyes. 

Moonbeams sleep above his wanderings…

Yes, there is no end to the link between one literary journal and another and if you want me to select one just for you to read, reach out. Because truly, whatever your heart needs, there’s a poem for that.

Thirty Days of Poetry. Day #3

Day #3: Whale Road Review

Celebrating National Poetry Month by highlighting 30 days of literary journals that publish poetry you can read in 5 minutes or less.

Day #3: Whale Road Review

This one is for Diana, one of my favorite friends to share gifts that honor grandmothers. We both deeply loved our grandmothers, and we now revel in our time as grandmothers. For Diana’s birthday I gave her Katie Manning’s chapbook, 28,065 Nights, one of the most poignantly beautiful literary tributes to a grandmother I’ve ever read.

I now follow what poet Katie Manning does, and it turns out she’s Founder and Editor-in-Chief of a literary journal, Whale Road Review

From the website: “Whale Road Review publishes poetry, flash fiction, and micro essays that don’t demand too much time up front, but somehow leave readers changed. We hope readers of all sorts will enjoy these short pieces in stolen moments—waiting in line, using the restroom, riding a train, steeping tea.”  

Fits my promise to find you “poetry you can read in 5 minutes or less.”

Which poem to choose? I recommend you take your poetry pause with a tribute to the season of renewal; read “Come Down Spring” by Rebecca Lehmann who is herself an editor of a poetry journal that will pop up later in the month.

An excerpt:

Come down spring and greet us with tulips,
with snowdrops, with crocus and iris.
Come down little moonflowers
crowing open in the middle night.
Come down spring with itchy eyes
and flat vocabulary, with holidays
of rebirth and fecundity, of miraculous
blood-smeared evasions of the angel
of death. Come down spring
like a slender moon sunk into the great
Pacific Ocean. 

Keep your poetic heart open. Keep loving. And reach out if you want me to recommend a literary journal that publishes poetry you might like.

Thirty Days of Poetry. Day #2.

Celebrating National Poetry Month by highlighting 30 days of literary journals that publish poetry you can read in 5 minutes or less.

Day #2: Words Without Borders

If you’re like my friend Emily, a voracious literary fiction reader working her way through the top 100 international classic books of the past century, curious about poetry but unsure where to begin reading, you might like Words Without Borders. 

Mission: “Words Without Borders expands cultural understanding through the translation, publication, and promotion of the finest contemporary international literature.”

Below is an excerpt from the newest poetry publication titled “February 23, 2022” by Danyil Zadorozhnyi. Translated from Ukrainian by Isaac Stackhouse Wheelerand by Yuliya Charnyshova

“and if the war, not just any war, came to our home
and we had to flee to another city in another part of the country
I’d like to be helped there
not for the people there to make xenophobic comments on the internet
trying to catch my kids speaking the wrong language
twisting my wife’s tongue—she’s from Belarus, for heaven’s sake, seeking shelter here”

Reach out if you want me to find a poetry-publishing literary journal hand-selected just for you.

There are hundreds. Find one you love and read more poetry.

Write poems.

Listen with your heart.