Summer Spire by Ben Nardolilli

 

You can buy a fragrance with a poem of mine on it.

Getting Ambrosial

 Ambrosial Literary Garland based in Manipur, India published a poem of mine in their new issue,

Published in Kanpur

 AKA Cawnpore, or is it FKA Cawnpore? Anyway, THE Cawnpore published work of mine. 

Doing Phenomenal Literature with Verbal Art in India

Happy May Day everybody. Poems of mine have appeared in the latest issues of VerbalArt and Phenomenal Literature.

I'm on Page 11

 Of the first issue of Breathe Bold

Getting Bigger in Bharat

 

Arc Magazine, a publication based in India, has posted three of my poems for you to read. Look at them here.

Not an Open Book, but an Open Leaf

A journal in India, sponsored by Open Leaf Press  has published a poem of mine in a journal of theirs, appropriately titled the Open Leaf Review. That's not the title of the poem (though maybe that's a way to get editors' attention in the future...name poems after their magazines) the poem is called Carrot and Writing Stick. 

Strategies for Sleeping (and More)

Happy end of November. I have two published materials to share with you all.  The first is a story called "Strategies of Sleeping." It is in the November issue of LitterateurRw. Go to page 69 (nice) to read it. 

Also there's a poem, another poem, in the Eunoia Review, "In My Alchemy of the World."

Your Word of the Day Is Mehfil

A Mehfil is a festive gathering where people gather to perform music and poetry, often of a religious nature. They are commonly seen (or heard) in Pakistan, India, and Bangladesh. It is also the name of a journal that has published a poem of mine called "A Solid Theory."

One of a Kind Poem

But then again, every poem is a one of kind, for the most part. It's in a one of a kind journal, Infection House. The picture above depicts a woman using a stereoscope, which is what inspired the comparison with Victorian Britain mentioned in the poem.

Your Sunday Morning Shuffle (A Day Early)

New poem of mine in Twist and Twain, an outfit based in Assam. That's in Indian, folks. I know the subject describes a possible Sunday morning (for a possible, very hypothetical writer) and today is Saturday. But who really knows what day it is any more? Or month? Or year? Is it 2021 yet?

At Least It's an Ethos

Two poems of mine are in the latest issue of the Ethos Literary Journal, a publication out of India. Read them and read the other writers in the issue, perhaps during Thanksgiving in between courses and conversations.

A New Year, A New Journal, A New Post

Exhibit 1: a Pangolin

A poem of mine in the first issue of the Pangolin Review. Read it and ring it the new year.