John Vreeland (The Taste of Cigarettes) recently had five of his poems published by East Fork.
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Recent Blog Posts
Dylan D. Debelis's GRIEF: WHAT’S A WRITER TO DO? 4/19/17
There are three things that I have learned about writing through grief and writing about grief. First, don’t lie to yourself; grief is complex so you better let it be complex in your writing. Second, know yourself; if you’re going to write about grief you better be aware of where you are on the journey with your own grief. And third, be flexible; there is no one way to grieve and there is no one way to write about grief.
Brigita Orel's THE 'SHOW, DON'T TELL' STRUGGLE 4/12/17
Way back in 2007, I submitted my first short story to an editor. I knew the premise was unique and the main character complex, and the editor agreed. But there was too much telling and not nearly enough showing in the story, he said, so he wouldn’t be publishing it. It was my first rejection but as far as I recall the only one to state exactly why they wouldn’t publish the story. So I also consider it the most informative and helpful rejection because it taught me a valuable lesson.
Keith Nunes's TAMING MENTAL ILLNESS WITH POETRY 4/5/17
I have a gurgling brain. This mosh-pit of antagonism has troubled me for more than 30 years and led to suicide attempts and an enthralling nervous breakdown.
Christopher Woods's INSPIRATION CAN COME AT ANY TIME: PAY ATTENTION 3/29/17
In Taos, New Mexico, late one summer afternoon, my wife Linda and I came across a festival in the plaza. There were booths selling Indian crafts, candles, and food. We walked slowly around the plaza in a counter clockwise fashion, viewing the exhibits and the people. There was an almost hypnotic movement as the people walked en masse around the plaza, as though we were all part of a wheel than turned. I thought of a mandala with human characters.