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The Starbeck Orion issue #14 Not Advent Anthology Day 16 of 25 featuring the reprinted poetry of Strider Marcus Jones A Feast Of Word And Image

The Starbeck Orion issue #14 Not Advent Anthology Day 16 of 25 featuring the reprinted poetry of Strider Marcus Jones
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poem excerpt by Strider Marcus Jones

Strider Marcus Jones and 23 other poets from around the world are included in the 1st anniversary of issue of SHINE Quarterly...coming out THIS FRIDAY, Dec. 5th. Stay tuned!

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This was just posted by @tbretc.bsky.social on another platform. The Chicago Sun-Times obviously gets ChatGPT to write a ‘summer reads’ feature almost entirely made up of real authors but completely fake books. What are we coming to?

A graphic shows my book cover framed by a black device: it reads Nerve: Adventures in the Science of Fear, by Eva Holland, and then there's a quote from the New York Times in teeny tiny font: "An intimate and wide-ranging look at fears and how we overcome them." To the right of the book cover/tablet are the words EBOOK SALE THIS MONTH. And there's a little red sticker that says "only $2.99."

Heya, if you're a Kindle user in North America, I've just been informed that the U.S. edition of my first book is gonna be $3 on there for all of April. That's like half the price of a latte!

2 Poems by Strider Marcus Jones SO OPEN, BUT SO SILENT TO YOURSELF so open, but so silent to yourself,like missing books messing up a shelf-some unfinished, the others read,somewhere else in someone’s head.reason is relucta…

Thankye brilliant Editor Nolcha Fox for publishing these two poems. Delighted. chewersmasticadores.wordpress.com/2025/02/25/2...

No Sleep 'til Fairbanks

Periodic reminder, amidst the mayhem, that my new nonfiction story collection NO SLEEP 'TIL FAIRBANKS is in stock at Halifax's @kingsbookstore.bsky.social - and they ship!

"When I rode the school bus to high school, a teenage boy regularly spat at me, his spittle hitting my jacket and slowly gyrating to the floor. Every school day my stomach lurched when I climbed the bus steps and stumbled to my seat."

—Charmaine Arjoonlal

"I looked up to see a short man trying to be tall, wearing cowboy boots. I felt a tingling I had never felt before. It felt funny but it was a nice kind of funny. He’s the laughing Buddha, I thought." - Charmaine Arjoonlal in @reckonreview.bsky.social

#cnf #essay

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I write the majority of my poetry by myself, usually late and night, and mostly they are inspired by life situations. For instance, I might feel slighted about something and it provokes a poem about something else entirely. However, certain life situations, such as travelling, inspire my husband and I to craft together. Often, we write a poem or Haiku instead of taking a photograph.

CHARMAINE ARJOONLAL Wild Abandon My cloud-hands part the water bugs and I sink into the frigid depths of a floating patchwork quilt its blues and emerald greens fray into lime greens like squished kiwi— its seeds, knowing eyes. Arms slice the forest shimmer my reflection ripples in half-light, we merge, my submerged gasp swallowed like shamemy birth mother steadfast in her shamefastness my body, her outcast temple. Her shame, replicated, an X intertwined in skin, muscle, sinew, bones a beacon-the flash-yellow brilliance of lost sunshine inherited silence, safer than speaking to the air, of freedom.

inherited silence, safer than speaking to the air, of freedom. Ducks quack human voices: a school bus filled with teens, white boy spits on brown girl, globs of goo slides off her skin, my skin to pool ... hate swirls metal rivets like bullets. Heart pounding, the frolic in needle-slow water, frenzied half-swim back to froth-rimmed shore, sharp stones, reddish brown bare feet sink in half-snow-muck, stinging, stamping, hopping. But something happens in a Yukon Lake in October, skin tingling like euphoria, like release, pings of joy— goose bumps slide, slough genetic sin. I lose something, I become whole.

Charmaine Arjoonlal joins our interview series today, sharing her poem ‘Wild Abandon,’ how she writes & revises her work, & the inspiration she finds in the world around her. Thanks for sharing your work & time with us Charmaine!

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"We don’t create a fantasy world to escape reality, we create it to be able to stay."
- Lynda Barry, WHAT IT IS

Plastic Flowers By Charmaine Arjoonlal Vanity of vanity Vanity of vanity… All is vanity. Ecclesiastes 1:14 Yorkdale Shopping Centre, Toronto   I DODGED THROUGH the din and smells and shoppers to purchase ano…

Thanks to Editor Thomas Page!

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Happy New Year. Wishing everyone laughter and joy and most of all, peace, in 2025!

This is 68: Obituary Writer James Robert Hagerty Responds to The Oldster Magazine Questionnaire "Obituaries are about life, not death. If obituaries can't be fun, I always say, what's the point of dying?"

"Around age 60 I finally discovered my ideal role: writing obituaries. I’ve now written more than 1,000 of them. I never tire of exploring how and why people take (or choose?) one path or another in life." - James R. Hagerty in Oldster Magazine.
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Dorothy Allison, Author of ‘Bastard Out of Carolina,’ Dies at 75 She wrote lovingly and often hilariously about her harrowing childhood in a working-class Southern family, as well as about the violence and incest she suffered.

Nobody will ever have a cooler NYT obit photo www.nytimes.com/2024/11/08/b...

Losing My Faith and Finding Other Ways to Pray | The Walrus Faith was something I shared with my mother. When she died, I didn’t know what to believe in

I’ve been hanging out here for a day now, so let me introduce myself. I’m a Ugandan-Canadian writer of short stories, CNF, journalism. My debut novel comes out April 22, 2025 (House of Anansi). I’m working on a memoir-in-essays. Here’s one in The Walrus: thewalrus.ca/losing-my-fa...

The Inflectionist Review The Inflectionist Review is a small press publishing stark and distinctive contemporary poetry that fosters dialog between the reader and writer, between words and their meanings, between ambiguity an...

I'm delighted to have "Catharsis" included in Issue 19 of The Inflectionist Review!

Warm thanks to editors John Sibley Williams & A. Molotkov for selecting my poem!

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Thanks Ravens Perch for publishing my CNF story, "Love in the Air"! @theravensperch.bsky.social

Had a good conversation with Stephen Quinn on the CBC Early Edition today about the fall of the Assad regime in #Syria

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In the 1920s, dentist Samuel Aykroyd regularly hosted séances. Samuel’s son, Maurice, was a Bell Telephone engineer who tried to contact the dead via radio. Maurice’s son, Peter, wrote the book 'A History of Ghosts'. Peter's son is Dan Aykroyd, writer and star of Ghostbusters.

Thank you Anmly (EIC Sarah Clark) for first publishing my CNF story, "SNAPSHOTS" and for Memoirland for including it in Memoir Monday! @anmlymag.bsky.social mag @saribotton.bsky.social @sarahclark.bsky.social