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“Don’t Touch My Soul,” by Tejal Jhaveri Moen

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I am quite happy to have a guest poet here at the blog — my friend Tejal Jhaveri Moen.

Enjoy “Don’t Touch My Soul.”

Don’t Touch My Soul
By Tejal Jhaveri Moen

The fairy dust settles
On my lashes,
Lightly, magically
Making me see
An optical illusion,
A reflection of love
Of which I seek.

The enchanting rose,
So maliciously sweet,
Touched my soul,
A most beautiful scar
Given by a single kiss.

A drop of blood
After the embrace of a
Most handsome thorn
Is cherished yet grieved.
The sadness and beauty of life —
Which am I to believe?

(c)  Tejal Jhaveri Moen 2015

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Publication Notice: Dead Snakes features “Not of Byzantium”

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Dead Snakes has featured another one of my recent poems; click the link to read “Not of Byzantium.”

As always, thanks to Editor Stephen Jarrell Williams for allowing me to share my voice with the readers of Dead Snakes!

http://deadsnakes.blogspot.com/2015/10/eric-robert-nolan-poem_30.html

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Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine features “hens staring upward”

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I’m honored today to see my poetry featured for the first time in “Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine.”  The poem is a recent piece, entitled “hens staring upward,” and begins on Page 25 of Issue 8 (October 2015).

You can download Issue 8 in in pdf format for free!  Just click here:

http://www.lulu.com/shop/samantha-rose/peeking-cat-poetry-magazine-issue-8/ebook/product-22412337.html

Or, you can purchase the magazine in paperback format for just $3.50 right here:

http://www.lulu.com/shop/samantha-rose/peeking-cat-poetry-magazine-issue-8/paperback/product-22412329.html

Peeking Cat is an outstanding magazine in the United Kingdom, publishing poetry and flash fiction from writers throughout the world.  I’m grateful to Editor Samantha Rose for allowing me to share my voice with its readers.

“hens staring upward” first appeared this Fall in Dead Snakes.

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Publication Notice: Dead Snakes features “All Our Faults Are Fallen Leaves”

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I’m quite happy to report that Dead Snakes has again published one of my recent poems, “All Our Faults Are Fallen Leaves.”

You can find the piece right here:

http://deadsnakes.blogspot.com/2015/10/eric-robert-nolan-poem.html

Thanks to Editor Stephen Jarrell Williams for again allowing me to share my voice with the readers of Dead Snakes!

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Publication Notice: Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine to feature “hens staring upward.”

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I received some terrific news today — Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine will feature one of my latest poems, “hens staring upward,” in its upcoming 8th eighth issue.  I am honored to have my work appear for the first time in this terrific print and online periodical.

Issue 8 should be published next week; hard copies will be available for purchase at Lulu.com, while downloads in pdf format will be available for free.  I will run a link here at the blog when it is released.  In the meantime, if you’d like to peruse past issues of Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine, please follow this link:

http://peekingcatpoetrymagazine.blogspot.co.uk/p/issues_14.html

Thanks to Editor Samantha Rose for allowing me to contribute to this wonderful literary magazine!

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“Lust,” by Eric Robert Nolan

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Lust

Her stomach’s skin
is smooth and flat and warm and even,
and as a calm sea.

Yet my own flesh
surges into stormy oceans at its touch.

— (c) Eric Robert Nolan 2013
— originally published by Dead Snakes, July 13, 2013

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“Do Not Weep,” author unknown

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A dear and valued friend just lost her father.  This is for her.

Do Not Weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.

~ Author Unknown

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“DIY: How to Make and Bind Chapbooks,” by staff at Poets & Writers

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I just shared this with a writer and musician friend up in New Jersey.

I had no idea that making a poetry chapbook was so easy — especially with the formatting options for Microsoft Word. Many of us are so excited (and maybe even overwhelmed) by the online and indie publishing arenas that we forget about a more traditional approach like this.

To me, it seems like a nice way to at least seek exposure.  I’ve kicked around the idea of doing a public reading once or twice; it’s actually easy to sign up at the Bowery Poetry Club in New York City.  (I regrettably never got around to it.)

But the “pocket-size” chapbook here looks so inexpensive to produce that it would make a nice handout for after a live reading, even if it includes only a handful of a writer’s best poems.  If you write on a continuous basis, something like that would also be an interesting variation of the “annual Christmas letter.”

The options here would also work for a limited collection of prose, I would think.  And depending on the quality of the printer, it would work for reproductions of artwork as well.

http://www.pw.org/content/diy_how_to_make_and_bind_chapbooks?cmnt_all=1

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“Graceless Ravens Envy You,” by Eric Robert Nolan

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“Graceless Ravens Envy You,” by Eric Robert Nolan

Revel in apostasy.
You are the black dove, hovering
High in an inklike arc.

Blacker, even, than
coal-colored wolves in onyx lines seeking
quarry at starless midnight.

More ebon, even, than
narrow sable blacksnakes staying
cravenly in shade at noon.

Darker, even, than
murders of crows, newly legion at Autumn, amassing
among saw-wing martins at dusk.

You’re blacker, even, then the rooks.
Graceless ravens envy you.

Remember your rebirth?
The sun rose,
Your birdsong changed and then
the questions flew from your beak
faster even than the wrens?
Faster than you could fly?
For a moment, they rendered
all the world obsidian.

Remember your feathers burning?
Sunlight striking your wings and then
all the slow alabaster there
singing, quickening into
aerodynamic black?
Remember the flock’s suspicion?

Remember your siblings, the nest?
Remember when
all their pearl heads turned
their backlit crowns in morning sun
ringed so thinly in shining ivory?

Their song was interrupted,
Yours was made a query —
empiricism’s aria.
Flustered, they fluttered
at all the low notes.
They were all immaculate;
you were the color of night.

Now you arc alone —
soar and sin and sing,
the unrepentant one.

Somewhere an ordinary dog,
awakening from shadow,
howls at the sun.

(c) Eric Robert Nolan 2015

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“Not of Byzantium,” by Eric Robert Nolan

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“Not of Byzantium”

Awakening at one AM after dreaming
not of Byzantium,
not of Babylon, but better —
Not Shangri-La, but shaded limb —
The pine I climbed when I was nine.

No Acropolis, only
fallow farm and rising sun.
Across, a distant treeline
ascends to render Athens’
Parthenon prosaic.

Exceeding empires, exceeding
even Elysium, is
This slumber’s ordinary boyhood field.

(c) Eric Robert Nolan 2015

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