Showing posts with label flock. Show all posts
Showing posts with label flock. Show all posts

1/24/20

Could your creative work be a part of a future Thirteen Myna Birds flock?

As of right now, the forthcoming February flock of Thirteen Myna Birds has one remaining spot in the flock for a uniquely wonderful poem or piece of art. Could it be yours?

You can join forces with the creative offerings of other poetry/art by Sandra Feen, Eileen Murphy/MISH, John Sweet, Daniel G. Snethen, and John Compton, all of whose work will be appearing within that February flock.

Of course as of right now, the current January flock of Myna Birds (the first of 2020) is still available for your perusal, featuring creative offerings from some of the poets/artists named above and also John Grey, Ashley Cox, Aaron Pride, and Wayne F Burke.

Read the current offerings and consider submitting to Thirteen Myna Birds if you think your creative offerings might be a good fit among the other oddities. The guidelines appear near the middle right of the flock.

http://13myna.blogspot.com/ 




6/24/17

New! The June Thirteen Myna Birds Flock Has Arrived!

Just in time for the last weekend of June, the new June flock of Thirteen Myna Birds has arrived!
It starts with two teaser piece poems by Sarah Lilius, which also appear within her new Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook, "Thirsty Bones"!
Then it includes 13 new poems by Sarah Nichols, Susanna Kittredge, Peter Braddock, Donna Dallas, Matthew F. Amati, Allison Grayhurst, Christian Sammartino, and Chelsea Jones!
"blood pixels are starting to look real these days - A tree of eyes - sickness in my mirror is all I see - The glass comes down trapping me inside - I should cut and open the void - meet reality by screaming at tombstones - Death is too loud - Is it burning like an enemy in our closet or like a miracle denied? - like a parcel for someone else - Into the first gear of grief - chopped off hands that came to him empty of gold - the ant crawls up your leg - your arms and back printed in rows of purple butterflies - I heard the reporters lying - my naked body burning - The spaceship exploded"