4. Prepare the letters. If you submit to a lot of journals as I do, it saves a lot of time, if you prepare a standard cover letter, acceptance letter, and withdrawal letter. Many journals will ask for a cover letter with your submission that includes a bio and contact information. Having a standard cover letter with the relevant information, means you save yourself a step and just attach or copy and paste. The same goes for an acceptance and withdrawal letter, which you will use much less of if you are a writer like me who mostly receives rejections.
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
-- William Shakespeare
SONG FOR THE MUSIC IN THE GAZA GHETTO: VARIATIONS OF OSHEROW
by Maryam Chahine
Pity the eyes that are told not to cry.
Pity the voices that are told to be silent.
Pity the child whom the world sanctions to die.
Pity the survivors who turn to violence.
Pity their freedom choked behind walls.
Pity their rights locked behind bars.
Pity the genocide hidden in museum halls.
Pity the world's silence driving by like cars.
Pity the olive trees that press through slaughter.
Pity the breaths kidnapped from shores.
Pity the tears that become ocean waters.
Pity the living, dead in an unending war.
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A Drowning of Six Feet was published in the Spring of 2011 issue of A Hudson View. The beginnings of the poem came quite easily to me, but it took me a long time to finally complete this piece. A Drowning of Six Feet It was a drowning of six feet giant black birds […]
Song for the Music in the Gaza Ghetto was just recently published in the summer 2011 issue of Free Verse. It is a publication I read quite often and admire very much. I’ve discovered many valuable poets through this literary journal. It just so happened that Sherman Alexie’s work appeared in the same issue as […]
The two poems include A Terrorist Family and Not to Steal the Breath of Another which appeared in the Spring 2011 issue of Damazine. I wish this publication the best of success as it tries to bring literature relating to the Muslim world to the public. This was my very first paid work :) Thanks […]
The two poems include Exit of Zeekoff and I Erase into the Ocean which were published in Ghoti Magazine in 2009 if I’m correct on the year. Ghoti closed down recently; I was quite sad to see it go. I received some very good feedback from the editor. Many literary magazines don’t make it for […]
The three poems include Advice to a Diminishing Girl, An Unforeseen Meeting, and Rainstorms that Closed My Eyes which were published in Sacramento Poetry, Art and Music in 2008. Advice to a Diminishing Girl Diminishing girl, do not seek confirmation: in crescent brows, rogue lips, cursory eyes. Do not despise your own (un) cluttered self. […]
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THE BURIED GIRL
By Marly Youmans
The tree embarked on bloom in May.
She sensed a hush, as if late snows
Had changed the nature of a day
To mystery, and feet of crows
Sent instant tremors through the clay.
The trembling struck her like the blows
A tuning fork will make on air:
Then brunt of darkness met her stare.
Seemingly, she would have risen
And walked among the blooming trees,
Save that she was jailed in prison
And could feel neither sun nor breeze.
She felt the loss as a frisson
Of fright that faded to unease.
A tap root held her pinioned fast
Below the streaming locks of grass.
In days to come she couldn't wrest
A peaceful sleep from her despair--
The heat of summer stole her rest,
Loud caws made mincemeat of the air,
The demon root, a thing unblessed,
Demanded heart as its fair share:
In time she gave herself to thieves
And shattered into summer leaves.