Originally published on Reedsy Discovery. 'My heart burns from the middle to the edges when I think of you' Bleeding Flowers by Shay Siegel begins with a selection of poems written for someone long lost; the someone we all have dwelling in our past who knew us as we once were. 'We Were Who We Were' … Continue reading Review of Bleeding Flowers, Shay Siegel
Your lessons in abandonment have finally come into use as I forget each day to water the sweetpea hanging from the tree and watch it crisp beneath the sun's heat, yellowing like teeth. I wonder if you did this too every time you dug your heels in deep and saw her before me, refusing to … Continue reading The Sweetpea
Love is a mirror, a reflection woven from my own blood and skin, an image persistent in its desire to be let in. Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019 Between the Trees UK Between the Trees US Available internationally
The hum of the halogen oven roasting Sunday's lunch could lull me to sleep with the incessant ticking, tiny gale of air and its warmth. The golden light flooding the kitchen intermittently; reaching for me with tender rays of light, hoping to draw me closer and cradle me in thoughts of every Sunday I have … Continue reading Sunday lunch
I'm slowly beginning to learn love is more than fireworks, blushing pinks and chemical reactions. It is more than marriage vows, tea in the morning and collecting flowers to tuck behind your ear. It is more than wrinkled hands in our nineties, gifts of paper and gold. It stains like pollen on white, sticks … Continue reading Pollen on white
Originally published on Reedsy Discovery. Florian’s Boys is a bizarre, coming of age story which explores the potency of history, loneliness and the desire to belong in the world. It focuses on the university experience of James Burrows, a history student who loses his best friend Jack to a girl and struggles to find love … Continue reading Review of Florian’s Boys, Matt Browne
I like to watch you, from the window, saunter to the fence from where you can watch the wind perform in zigzags across the wheat and sigh, exhale blue smoke into the sky and listen to the day fade away into blackbirds fussing and the cat stalking from beneath the rose bush. I like … Continue reading Nature and you
Before you, my body was a fire alarm. It rang, bleating like a lost lamb, long past midnight; echoing down the road, ricocheting off street lamps to fall upon deaf ears and back into my trembling hands. Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019 Between the Trees UK Between the Trees US Available internationally
Love is North, East, South and West. It is all things, grid lines and telephone wires, valleys and peaks, it is West with the setting sun and East in the morning, it is South, North, two steps backwards and beginning all over, again. Written for Susan M. Conway's 100 Days of Writing Prompts: 'Love is … Continue reading All the points on a compass
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To new and regular contributors to Free Verse Revolution, the July submissions window is still open!
The theme is Love and it can be interpreted in any way you wish; whether that be a love of a significant other, crush, relative or possession.
I accept poetry and short pieces of prose which interpret the theme of the month in some way, and only one piece from each writer; but you may send up to three pieces for consideration.
Send your submissions to myscreamingtwenties@gmail.com
July’s theme: Love
Interpret the theme any way you wish; you do not need to use the word as a title. Pieces may be previously published.
Submission format: poem/short prose should be attached via email as a Word Document or Google Doc. Please refrain from pasting it into the email as this makes formatting very difficult.
Images: if you wish to send an accompanying image…
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