Showing posts with label sad. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sad. Show all posts

2/1/23

NEW! Juliet Cook's poem "When You Try to Make Something Sad Look Pretty" is included in Of Rust and Glass's new SCARS issue!

"Whether or not they’re flying, you can’t
swallow the whole swarm."


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Delighted to have my poem "When You Try to Make Something Sad Look Pretty" included in Of Rust and Glass's SCARS issue!

If you visit this link, you can click on the cover to see/read the full issue - or you can scroll down a bit and specifically click on A Word from the Editor, Artwork, Poetry, or Prose - and if you want to, you can purchase a print copy too!

1/16/20

Happy (Disturbingly Dark) 2020 from Thirteen Myna Birds! Dive into this new flock (the first of 2020) and try not to drown!

The first Thirteen Myna Birds Flock of 2020 has arrived and it is sad, dark, unsettling, spooky, and filled with dolls!

Sad broken hooked dolls filled with black holes and death!

Offering poetry and art by Daniel Snethen, Sandra Feen, John Grey, MISH, John Sweet, Ashley Cox, Eileen Murphy, Aaron Pride, and Wayne F Burke.

"through enameled bobbing horses against the centripetal force - You’re awakened in early light by blood dripping from the ceiling - Something's Up - the sound of baby bones breaking - in broken-down beds - I am a terminal node branched away from the circuit of perfection - my eyes crash through their sockets and I flail at the darkness - sometimes it hurts to be alone - Nurse, can you up the pain meds?"

lost boy by Ashley Cox and MISH

7/31/19

A Very Sad Loss

Very saddened and upset to find out that Vertigo Xi'an Xavier has suddenly and unexpectedly passed away. This is awful, terrible, and totally unfair.
Vertigo was a genuinely unique, truly one-of-a-kind, supportive, open-minded, oddly-amusing, creative, hard-working poetry creature who performed, wrote, Slamministrated, edited and published (he started his small press, The Poet's Haven, way back in 1997!).
He was a weirdo and he was super-duper nice. I never heard him trash or attack anyone else (which seems to be a rare trait to come by these days), except for via Super Villian Politics ("We oppose everything that has been doing the world harm and will force the world back on to the path of forward progress... whether it wants us to or not.").
He invited me and my teeny tiny press to poetry readings and events when I was relatively new to the area and felt like I hardly had any friends and he helped get me involved with poetry stuff around my new location.
At the end of April, he bought my recent poetry chapbook, "DARK PURPLE INTERSECTIONS" at a little coffee shop book fair that both of our presses had tables at - and then just this past May, his press published my most recent poetry chapbook, "Another Set Of Ripped-Out Bloody Pigtails".
He always had tons of new creative projects in the works and it is extremely upsetting that he is suddenly gone way too soon.
He will be missed by many members of the poetry community and he will be missed by my Blood Pudding Press and by me.
Vertigo and Juliet

🖤🖤🖤