Wednesday, 17 July 2019


This month another Moon Prize, the fortieth, goes to Gloria Mindock's powerful poem "Listen." So many of us hear, at 2AM and many other times besides.


LISTEN

by Gloria Mindock


The soldiers fire into the people,
grabbing women and young girls,
shoving bottles where no bottles should be.

The soldiers beat them until lips are cracked,
rape them again.
There is no boundary not broken.

The stories travel from country to country.
The world says, “There is no proof.”

So many died without a burial
or casket.
So many died in pits, unaccounted for.

Can’t you hear their weeping
around 2:00AM?
How can you sleep?
How can you when the world
holds such a stench, holds so many bones?


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"Listen" is from Gloria Mindock's poetry collection Whiteness of Bone (Glass Lyre Press, 2016).

Gloria Mindock is the author of five books of poetry, most recently, I wish Francisco Franco Would Love Me (Nixes Mate books, 2018). She is the founding editor of Červená Barva Press and one of the USA editors for Levure Litteraire (France). Widely published in the USA and abroad, her poetry has been translated and published into Romanian, Croatian, Serbian, Montenegrin, Spanish, Estonian, Albanian, and French. Gloria has been published in numerous literary journals and anthologies, including Gargoyle, Web Del Sol, Poet Lore, Constellations: A Journal of Poetry and Fiction, Muddy River Poetry Review, Unlikely Stories and Nixes Mate Review. She was the Poet Laureate in Somerville, MA in 2017 and 2018.

Tuesday, 16 July 2019


The thirty-ninth Moon Prize goes to Oonah V Joslin's story "Living a Lie." So few words, so much story. Happy full moon and happy 50th anniversary of the Apollo adventure to all.

Living a Lie

by Oonah V Joslin


Catherine did her hair a bit. Hoped he wouldn’t be late again. She smoothed her dress and the dog nuzzled her.
“Down, Roger. Go wait for daddy.”
Roger lay with his big head on his paws. Same routine every night. Later she’d hug him and cry.


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Oonah V Joslin is poetry editor at The Linnet’s Wings. She has won prizes for both poetry and micro-fiction. Her book Three Pounds of Cells ISBN: 13: 978-1535486491 is available online from Linnet’s Wings Press and you can see and hear Oonah read in this National Trust video. The first part of her novella A Genie in a Jam is serialised at Bewildering Stories, along with a large body of her work (see Bibliography). You can follow Oonah on Facebook or at Parallel Oonahverse https://oovj.wordpress.com/.


Monday, 15 July 2019


LISTEN

by Gloria Mindock


The soldiers fire into the people,
grabbing women and young girls,
shoving bottles where no bottles should be.

The soldiers beat them until lips are cracked,
rape them again.
There is no boundary not broken.

The stories travel from country to country.
The world says, “There is no proof.”

So many died without a burial
or casket.
So many died in pits, unaccounted for.

Can’t you hear their weeping
around 2:00AM?
How can you sleep?
How can you when the world
holds such a stench, holds so many bones?


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"Listen" is from Gloria Mindock's poetry collection Whiteness of Bone (Glass Lyre Press, 2016).

Gloria Mindock is the author of five books of poetry, most recently, I wish Francisco Franco Would Love Me (Nixes Mate books, 2018). She is the founding editor of Červená Barva Press and one of the USA editors for Levure Litteraire (France). Widely published in the USA and abroad, her poetry has been translated and published into Romanian, Croatian, Serbian, Montenegrin, Spanish, Estonian, Albanian, and French. Gloria has been published in numerous literary journals and anthologies, including Gargoyle, Web Del Sol, Poet Lore, Constellations: A Journal of Poetry and Fiction, Muddy River Poetry Review, Unlikely Stories and Nixes Mate Review. She was the Poet Laureate in Somerville, MA in 2017 and 2018.

Sunday, 14 July 2019


ADVENTURE

by Gloria Mindock


The rain hits the earth
with such force, soaking the ground,
cleaning it up for its next adventure.

When the sun appears, everything dries,
is normal again—
over and over this happens.

Love is the same way.  Someone is always
falling in love.
Don’t be deceived by such happiness…
the world is a catastrophe and you must
fight against it.
Survival is better with perfect teeth.

There is always a gun being pointed at someone.
There is always a gun being fired.
There are always explosions, knifings, a machete swinging.
No end to these images.
So many coffins lined up, makes me shiver.

Love can remake you, give you a pain.
Love is an ode you owe yourself—
walk down the street and the road will follow.

Misery is something you slip on once in awhile.
A nightmare, you can wake up from,
with eyes open, no tears shed, an eternity…

Breathe a sigh of relief. You aren’t alone.
Your flesh was only asleep.


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"Adventure" was first published in Muddy River Poetry Review and is part of the author's poetry collection Whiteness of Bone (Glass Lyre Press, 2016).


Gloria Mindock is the author of five books of poetry, most recently, I wish Francisco Franco Would Love Me (Nixes Mate Books, 2018). She is the founding editor of Červená Barva Press and one of the USA editors for Levure Litteraire (France). Widely published in the USA and abroad, her poetry has been translated and published into Romanian, Croatian, Serbian, Montenegrin, Spanish, Estonian, Albanian, and French. Gloria has been published in numerous literary journals and anthologies, including Gargoyle, Web Del Sol, Poet Lore, Constellations: A Journal of Poetry and Fiction, Muddy River Poetry Review, Unlikely Stories and Nixes Mate Review. She was the Poet Laureate in Somerville, MA in 2017 and 2018.


Saturday, 13 July 2019


This World Will Be Saved By Sweepers            

by Melissa Silva


After the fires, I sweep -
I sweep the forest floors

My broom is sacred -
I dip it in holy basil water
I bless this broom,
I bless this
burning room

My braids muddy,
face charcoaled,
flowered apron ripped ragged -
holes in my shoe soles

I dance death -
I jump the broom,
its pine handle my partner

I sweep in spirals -
I sweep away bones and
teeth,
animal ribs,
baby tibias

I sweep away
layers,
layers,
layers

Gone the old growth
Gone the new growth

Beneath these blackened burnt trees,
beneath these twined twisted roots,
beneath this ash and rot

I find the earth
imprinted with
smoking glyphs

I translate,
I transcribe
these hidden words

Run
Save burning horses
Bury water
Eat wild sow thistle
Change course
Migrate, migrate, migrate

  
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Melissa Silva is a Poet and a Nurse, living in the Boston area. She has studied storytelling and performance, Oral Traditions, Asian, Contemporary, and Experimental Poetry. She is a co-founder of the Poetry Sisters Collective and was a member of the performing collective Storytellers in Concert. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Tuck Magazine, The Lily ReviewOne Sentence Poems, Bonsai, and othersShe does promotion for Červená Barva Press, Somerville, MA. 

Friday, 12 July 2019



by Melissa Silva


They thought it was
from sacrificing animals,
slicing open the belly
of a beast,
slaughtering small pigs,
offering up a burnt bird

They thought it
was from her monthly,
deep sanguine dripping
down her thighs,
mixing with black earth,
making mud

But it was from walking through
a world filled with
bloody fields,
bloody battles,
the bloodied bodies of
other women,
Witches all


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Melissa Silva is a Poet and a Nurse, living in the Boston area. She has studied storytelling and performance, Oral Traditions, Asian, Contemporary, and Experimental Poetry. She is a co-founder of the Poetry Sisters Collective and was a member of the performing collective Storytellers in Concert. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Tuck Magazine, The Lily ReviewOne Sentence Poems, Bonsai, and othersShe does promotion for Červená Barva Press, Somerville, MA. 

Thursday, 11 July 2019


Playmates

by Lainie Belcastro


I had finally reached that stage of life, when I was comfortable in putting my games on a shelf.
My body was worn like the cardboard boxes of games stacked away collecting dust.
I was fine with that….I didn’t need to be a player anymore.
But then, there he was, so excited to remove the cover of a game I never played, and he wanted to play.
So unexpected, yet expected because his excitement made me want to play with him too.
Is that possible?  In my undefined love life, yes.
I guess it’s all about timing and my clock is ticking.
I thought I had no more time for games, but together, we are best at that and take whatever time we have to play with each other.
He makes a move, I make another, I go, he comes, he goes, I come, discovering new ways to play at this game that makes us both winners! 


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"Playmates" is dedicated to all the older but wiser women who are thankful for their long and lovely lives and content to live with their memories. Until that one unexpected day, someone special comes along and makes them realize there are still games to be played and won!

Lainie Belcastro is a published writer in many genresHer recent worldwide children’s book, Harriet’s Heartbroken Heart, released by Guardian Angel Publishing, co-authored by her daughter, Nika, and illustrated by Jack Foster, is a healing book for children experiencing grief. Another children’s book is contracted for a future release. Her inspirational stories can be found in many of the motivational Chicken Soup for the Soul books. Lainie is co-creator of the trademarked Mrs. Terra Cotta Pots & Twig, and the Patching Hearts healing programs for children. As a motivational speaker, she encourages her wide audiences to "see something beautiful everyday!" She holds many titles in the arts, but her most treasured title is mom! Visit her at www.lainiebelcastro.com.