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If you prefer to hold your poetry in your hand in the form of actual paper and ink, you’re in luck. Click on the images below to check out Every Day Poets’ print anthologies.

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Posted on June 4, 2014 in Uncategorized
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DEATH VALLEY • by Colin Will

 

The heat’s a physical assault,
an affront to your face, your breath.
The plants – mesquite, paperflower,
creosote bush – have shut down for the day.
Light still floods in, but stomata are closed;
no gases enter or leave. And you?

Your skin has not worked this hard before;
sweat glands fire a constant mist of moisture
over it, distilling water from blood
drawn from your gut and tissues.
Your heart pumps harder; you feel it
and anxiety drives it faster.

There’s a line of Washingtonia palms,
and you walk slowly between them
but they don’t give much shade.
Then you spot a spade-foot toad
under a cactus, throat pulsing.
The path leads to a gate, a garden, a blue pool,
a hand holding a glass of cool water,
reflections on the surface, the sun,
the killing sun.

 

 


Colin Will is an Edinburgh-born poet with a background in botany and geology. Six poetry collections have been published, the latest being The Propriety of Weeding from Red Squirrel Press (2012). He has chaired the boards of the Scottish Poetry Library and the StAnza Poetry Festival. He was Makar to the Federation of Writers (Scotland) in 2011. He currently teaches creative writing and conducts workshops and readings. Website: www.colinwill.co.uk


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Posted on May 31, 2014 in Other
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A FAINT DISTURBANCE • by Colin Will

 

I feel I’m falling.
Am I still on the path?
I can’t make sense
of what my eyes tell me.
Vision seems to shimmer,
reality flickers.
I stagger to the fence,
something to lean on,
time to catch breath,
slow the heart down.
Then tunnel vision disperses,
spreads out, and I know again
where I am, who I am.

In that half world
between conscious
and not, the garden
was grey. When colour
came back, everything
was different, perfect,
but a new anxiety
had begun.

 


Colin Will is an Edinburgh-born poet with a background in botany and geology. Six poetry collections have been published, the latest being The Propriety of Weeding from Red Squirrel Press (2012). He has chaired the boards of the Scottish Poetry Library and the StAnza Poetry Festival. He was Makar to the Federation of Writers (Scotland) in 2011. He currently teaches creative writing and conducts workshops and readings. Website: www.colinwill.co.uk


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Posted on May 30, 2014 in Other
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BREATHLESS • by Bill West

On a lonesome
breathless day
when the wind veered northeast
I smelt sea spray
and in an opalescent sky
saw a continent of cloud
purple and brown as if a chunk
of the sargasso sea
had fronded the blue
stirred by the Gulf Stream.

And for a short while
I floated on a cloud of rock
and watched the leviathan
kelp country drift below
and for a moment saw
two eyes look up
to my
two eyes.

 

 


Bill West wrote poetry as a teenager but stopped. In 2004 he started writing Flash Fiction and has been published widely. Only recently has he revisited poetry.
Bill is Senior Editor at The Linnet’s Wings Literary Magazine http://www.thelinnetswings.org/


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Posted on May 29, 2014 in Other
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RESOLUTIONS • by Bill West

I built a room behind my bookcase, walls thick with sigils and spells. Locked with a key, found on page three, of the grimoire Picatrix.

Oh the power, the thrill, master of atoms and ages, rabid with glee I scoured heaven and hell, circumscribed infinity.

I know better now. I built a little greenhouse, open for all to see. I planted heart’s ease, violas and pansies. Perhaps with care, time and patience I will become the master of me.

 

 


Bill West wrote poetry as a teenager but stopped. In 2004 he started writing Flash Fiction and has been published widely. Only recently has he revisited poetry.
Bill is Senior Editor at The Linnet’s Wings Literary Magazine http://www.thelinnetswings.org/


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Posted on May 28, 2014 in Other
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LAST DAY OF SCHOOL • by Jay Tadauz

My window glowed, revealing itself,

Then igniting as night gave to daybreak.

 

I woke in the arms of curtain cast light,

To ringing cups and mom’s coffee machine.

 

Off to our last day, where all that we learned

Was finally brushed aside in tumbling chalk clouds.

 

Then, amid the crowed summer sidewalks,

There was love:

 

Like chrome’s sunlit glance catching yours,

Then gone just as soon.

 


Jay Tadauz lives in California. This is his first publication with Every Day Poets.


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Posted on May 27, 2014 in Other
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UNTITLED • by Rachel Sutcliffe

 

spring cleaning
the space in my closet
where winter was

 

 


As a youngster, Rachel Sutcliffe had a great imagination and loved story and poetry writing. For a while, her creative writing took a back seat as she discovered the joys of travel and foreign languages. Personal circumstances have led her to really concentrate on her writing again. She finds it a great form of therapy! Rachel is an active member of an online writing forum and the British Haiku Society. She has had many of her poems and short stories published in various anthologies, journals and magazines.


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Posted on May 26, 2014 in Japanese Short Forms
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Every Day Inspiration

Today is Memorial Day in the U.S., a holiday that originally honored soldiers lost in the American Civil War and later expanded to include all American wars. Americans, like so many cultures around the world, honor their warriors.

What makes someone a warrior? Go beyond the uniform.

 

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Posted on May 26, 2014 in Every Day Inspiration
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UNTITLED • by Rachel Sutcliffe

 

biting my tongue

I stir your coffee

furiously

 

 


As a youngster, Rachel Sutcliffe had a great imagination and loved story and poetry writing. For a while, her creative writing took a back seat as she discovered the joys of travel and foreign languages. Personal circumstances have led her to really concentrate on her writing again. She finds it a great form of therapy! Rachel is an active member of an online writing forum and the British Haiku Society. She has had many of her poems and short stories published in various anthologies, journals and magazines.


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Posted on May 25, 2014 in Japanese Short Forms
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SENRYU • by Rachel Sutcliffe

 

 

tea with grandma

her body as fine

as the china

 

 


As a youngster, Rachel Sutcliffe had a great imagination and loved story and poetry writing. For a while, her creative writing took a back seat as she discovered the joys of travel and foreign languages. Personal circumstances have led her to really concentrate on her writing again. She finds it a great form of therapy! Rachel is an active member of an online writing forum and the British Haiku Society. She has had many of her poems and short stories published in various anthologies, journals and magazines.


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Posted on May 24, 2014 in Japanese Short Forms
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