Now and then, Shaindel falls in love. Sometimes years will pass without an episode, but when it happens, it’s a blazing passion. When a new flame flares up, I’ve learned, it’s best for me to stop what I’ m doing and read. Last week in the midst of a downpour of sorrows—which she se nt through email, facebook, twitter, as she waded through thousands of submitted poems—there came such a break in the clouds.
Here’s what she said about her latest poet-crush:
“Temple Cone is a poet whose intelligence is matched by his heart, whose poems speak truth, even when the truth, in these times especially, is one we’d rather not see.”
Here’s another free sample, a paragraph from Rafael Torch’s memoir, Paging Stevie Cavallero:
So I told my kids, I said, “I’m going to get hell, and then I’m going to give it back.” And in the back of my own mind I heard myself tell me about the pain pills and anti-nausea drugs and smelled the fear I have of the dark places of my mind and how much time I give to things: the idea of death everyday, and how I wake up to the bone-chilling word…
We also have:
- A 111-word flash gem by R. Gatwood, Lullaby for Galatea
- Sparkling new poems by Nick Courtright and Hannah Craig
- Read the ineffable Red by Karen L. Carr
- Another installment of wistful loveliness from our man in Cork: Edward Mc Whinney
- Reviews of books by Carmen Giménez Smith, Laura McCullough, Heather Newton, Sybil Baker, and Kurt Vonnegut.
You know what else this means? The magazine is accepting submissions for summer. Deadline is June 1. Contrary Magazine accepts submissions only through this form. Let’s read each other.
Go ask the springing flowers,
And the flowing air above,
What are the twin-born waters,
And they’ll answer Death and Love.
But don’t forget:
Far off in drowsy valleys
Where the meadow saffrons blow,
The feet of summer dabble
In their coiling calm and slow.
~ W.B. Yeats