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FRIDAY, DECEMBER 09, 2011

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Tatjana Debeljački was born on 23.04.1967 in Užice. Writes poetry, short stories, stories and
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haiku. Member of Association of Writers of Serbia -UKS since 2004 and Haiku Society of Serbia -
HDS Serbia, HUSCG – Montenegro and HDPR, Croatia. A member of Writers’ Association ▼ 2011 (17)
Poeta, Belgrade since 2008, HKD Croatia since 2009 and a member of Poetry Society "Antun ▼ December (1)
Ivanošić" Osijek since 2011. Deputy of the main editor (cooperation with magazines & Tatjana Debeljački
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Union of Yugoslav Writers in Homeland and Immigration – Belgrade, Literary Club Yesenin –
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Belgrade. Up to now, she has published four collections of poetry: “A HOUSE MADE OF
GLASS “, published by ART – Užice in 1996; collection of poems “YOURS“, published by ► 2009 (18)
Narodna knjiga Belgrade in 2003; collection of haiku poetry “VOLCANO”, published by Lotos
from Valjevo in 2004. A CD book “A HOUSE MADE OF GLASS” published by ART in 2005, ► 2008 (25)
bilingual Creek
Casey SR-EN with music, AH-EH-IH-OH-UH, published by Poeta, Belgrade in 2008. Her poetry ► 2007 (26)
and haiku have been translated into several languages. Email/Websites/Blogs
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they locked the doors Duotrope's Digest
In Germany
and ran away Emerging Writers Network
Every Writer's Resource
the crocodile snarled
Hayden's Ferry Review
because we stole
Listen & Be Heard Network
its puddle
Litmags.org
the chimpanzee giggled New Zealand Electronic Poetry Centre
at the buffalo missing New Zealand Poetry Society
its two front teeth NewPages.com
and the giraffe applauded
qarrtsiluni
because the penguin was
The Poetry Kit
throwing a tantrum
The Poetry Library
an elephant stole The Poetry Resource Page
my bicycle and Winning Writers
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a car the hole was
a banana shape i
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Casey Creek: I am eighteen years old, live in the North island of New Zealand. I have
suffered from depression and anxiety for most of my teenage years due to prolonged
emotional abuse. Part way through this year I suffered a complete mental breakdown
from which I am still recovering. My worst symptoms were intense panic attacks,
frequent suicidal thoughts and terrifying nightmares. Poetry has been a huge part of my
life from a young age, in helping me to survive and explore who I am in this world.
Poetry helps me to see the bright side of life and I look forward to a much happier
future.


WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 02, 2011

Jack Hodil



Digging

It could have only
risen from the dirt
by force,
breaking through and out
of the sediment.

But we were there too long.

What crawled out
from that earth
could never be reburied,
and, in the end,
the soil had nothing for us.

When not writing, Jack Hodil can most often be found avoiding school work, battling
inanimate objects, purchasing cheap packs of cigarettes with loose change, or
watching cage fights with his action figures.


FRIDAY, OCTOBER 28, 2011

Jack Galmitz

Looking Out

Through the door
pass a hundred clowns or more
each with a dagger
through the door
A woman enters my room
eating her placenta
through the door
the ballroom floor covered
with prayer carpets
through the door
Men seen dying
in fictions
through the door
infants working
without compensation
through the door
troubadours
forget
their songs

Jack Galmitz is on SSD for 4 or 5 mental illnesses.

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FRIDAY, OCTOBER 14, 2011

Nima Kian

BODY GUEST

I.
Body, I see you walk away.

Gravel streets recognize
my absence in your soles.

Did you learn a new language or did I
forget the way we talked to each other?

You grew quiet like a vessel, drained.

II.
We cannot emigrate out of skin
that holds us together.

Another language changed us
from the inside. We are

foreigners in our self.
I understand that

our body-guest rearranges our living
arrangement, removes myelin

sheathing you draped
around axons of our brain and spinal cord.

Your reactions—what feel like multiple
tiny legs running on my skin,

electric water pouches under my feet,
crumpled fingers like deformed paper—

alarm me.

III.
We possess a personal painter
who resides throughout our nervous system.

You and I, plus one whose abstract arts—
little white lines, narrow, scattered—

weaken us.

A new language takes time.

Fluency rescues.

Nima Kian: I was diagnosed with Progressive Relapsing Multiple Sclerosis. My condition should
be a lot worse than it is; I keep myself from returning to my original symptoms by following a very
strict dietary lifestyle. I have multiple plaques in my brain that interrupt my thoughts, limit my
retention, and affect my memory. I guess talking to a part of yourself that's stopped
communicating with the rest of you is a kind of mental illness caused by a physical one. Living
with PRMS is like living with a partner you sometimes find hard to handle, but impossible to
abandon or give up on.




MONDAY, OCTOBER 10, 2011

Linda Hunter

Torture

Racing thoughts run through my head,
I believe the demons are trying to keep me in bed.
Shake with fear all day long and hear a strange pop,
Please someone help me! make this stop!
I pray for the thoughts to stop tormenting me,
I feel like jumping high from a cliff into the sea.
Bad dreams and scary nights feel each day,
I wonder how long I will have to stay.
The drugs I take to make me well,
Fill my head so big I don’t want to swell.
So many tormenting years to come,
Why me? This torture is no fun.

Linda Hunter suffers from bi-polar type 2. She takes numerous medications.


SUNDAY, OCTOBER 09, 2011

Jade Wallace

The Vines

twine upon the wall, garlands
for brick red hair that falls
from the head office

how do you feel about that?

sand skittering across rock with the
sound of
wordless whispering;
but my mother had words for it,
and she said-

let’s talk about you

I’d rather speak of the white
bench, around which the
trees huddled in quiet
ceremony

why don’t you speak of yourself?

myself, lying
on woven grass,
small egg in a vast nest.
the sky is pearly
curving blue:
I am on the inside



of a seashell

i really think we need to work on developing your sense of self

senses: five:

radar by which
I receive images and
translate the transmissions
into paper logic

same time next week then?

thank you, doctor.

Jade Wallace is an M.A. student in Social Justice and Equity Studies at Brock University.
She currently has two chapbooks available for sale through Grey Borders books
(http://www.greyborders.com) and has recently been published in (d)ead (g)end(er)
magazine (see: http://deadgender.blogspot.com). She also has two blogs:
http://madamedechevre.tumblr.com (her literary blog) and
http://lasciviousort.blogspot.com (her silly but serious Star Wars-inspired blog). Also,
Jade really likes her new eyeglasses.


SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 17, 2011

John Pursch

All-Out, Butyl Steerage

Mingle freely at the gala's vapor lock,
clamoring for jutting parlor tricks
and donut boys given over to time travel.

Popping out of the portal in antique gear,
marshaling too much reserve, holding back
when all-out, butyl steerage is called for,
relying on relics long submerged,
our hero plunges headlong
into the enemy's third tour
of dutiful, four-alarm fire,
only to be raked under the shoals
by fedoras and boas of a font
rarely seen in this century.

Such are the verisimilitudes
of warehouse work,
launching clerks and boxboys
into lies of brute, impending regret.

A cavalcade of wanton images,
soupy in its cluttered sawdust protocol,
delivers stringent, hyperbolic missives
at twice the regular clip,
unraveled and scented with lilac.



John Pursch lives in Tucson, Arizona. His poetry has appeared in Breadcrumb Scabs,
Calliope Nerve, Camel Saloon, Carcinogenic Poetry, Clockwise Cat, Counterexample
Poetics, experiential-experimental-literature, Four and Twenty, Orion headless, Puffin
Circus, and vox poetica. You can follow his work at http://twitter.com/johnpursch .


THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 15, 2011

Christopher Barnes

Ungodly Piggling Anarchists

Foreign Office thinks we're a cut above
not knowing our raison d' etre
is persuasive deniability
they try to pin us down.

Our dynamite's in the diplomat's bag
a slap in the face to pride.
We're heirs to a set-up
that must be snared.
A front-rank flying start.

Christopher Barnes: in 1998 I won a Northern Arts writers award. In July 200 I read at
Waterstones bookshop to promote the anthology 'Titles Are Bitches'. Christmas 2001 I
debuted at Newcastle's famous Morden Tower doing a reading of my poems. Each
year I read for Proudwords lesbian and gay writing festival and I partake in workshops.
2005 saw the publication of my collection LOVEBITES published by Chanticleer Press,
6/1 Jamaica Mews, Edinburgh.

On Saturday 16Th August 2003 I read at the Edinburgh Festival as a Per Verse poet at
LGBT Centre, Broughton St.

I also have a BBC web-page www.bbc.co.uk/tyne/gay.2004/05/section_28.shtml and
http://www.bbc.co.uk/tyne/videonation/stories/gay_history.shtml (if first site does not
work click on SECTION 28 on second site.

Christmas 2001 The Northern Cultural Skills Partnership sponsored me to be mentored
by Andy Croft in conjunction with New Writing North. I made a radio programme for
Web FM community radio about my writing group. October-November 2005, I entered a
poem/visual image into the art exhibition The Art Cafe Project, his piece Post-Mark was
shown in Betty's Newcastle. This event was sponsored by Pride On The Tyne. I made
a digital film with artists Kate Sweeney and Julie Ballands at a film making workshop
called Out Of The Picture which was shown at the festival party for Proudwords, it
contains my poem The Old Heave-Ho. I worked on a collaborative art and literature
project called How Gay Are Your Genes, facilitated by Lisa Mathews (poet) which
exhibited at The Hatton Gallery, Newcastle University, including a film piece by the
artist Predrag Pajdic in which I read my poem On Brenkley St. The event was funded
by The Policy, Ethics and Life Sciences Research Institute, Bio-science Centre at
Newcastle's Centre for Life. I was involved in the Five Arts Cities poetry postcard event
which exhibited at The Seven Stories children's literature building. In May I had 2006 a
solo art/poetry exhibition at The People's Theatre why not take a look at their website
http://ptag.org.uk/whats_on/gallery/recent_exhbitions.htm

The South Bank Centre in London recorded my poem "The Holiday I Never Had", I can
be heard reading it on www.poetrymagazines.org.uk/magazine/record.asp?id=18456



REVIEWS: I have written poetry reviews for Poetry Scotland and Jacket Magazine and
in August 2007 I made a film called 'A Blank Screen, 60 seconds, 1 shot' for
Queerbeats Festival at The Star & Shadow Cinema Newcastle, reviewing a poem...see
www.myspace.com/queerbeatsfestival On September 4 2010, I read at the Callander
Poetry Weekend hosted by Poetry Scotland.


FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 02, 2011

Michael Tugendhat

Psychosis

Like imprecision, psychosis
is nothing but a botched amputation

where you live amidst the nowhere.
In hidden life

she chews through you
toward incapacitated

momentum.

There is nothing
in the imperfect

but a shade
of something other.

The cuts in your wrist
are just wide enough

for blood to pour through,
palms flush cold

where the knife inserts
in the bow-tie veins

of your wrist, the dog licks
below at the blood pool

you’re knee deep in it now,
that schizophrenic cool.

Michael Tugendhat has been living with bipolar, psychosis, and obsessive compulsive
disorder for the last two years. His memoir is due out from Turquoise Morning Press in
2012. This memoir details what life is like with a mental illness. He hopes to educate
and inspire. He lives and writes in Philadelphia.

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