Our Final Post

We here at Subsynchronous Press have made the difficult, but necessary decision to call it a day. It’s been a blast, these past 20 years, having the opportunity to publish a vast variety of poets, both known and unknown, established and new. We heartily thank each and every one of you–readers, contributors, supporters, and followers–for helping us make Subsynchronous Press possible.

This site will remain up only as an artifact of our love of poetry. Our Subsynchronous Press Archives site will remain up for who knows how long; that depends on WordPress. Lots of great poems may be found in our Archives. You should check it out sometime.

Small Masks on Smaller Faces

This month we present a wonderfully wicked little poem for the equally wicked days we find ourselves stranded in. Evil, by Mark J. Mitchell, is a short yet richly detailed gem, containing lines and images that will linger with you long after you read it. Truly excellent!

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And with this post of December 2020’s Poem of the Month, we here at Subsynchronous Press have made the difficult decision to call it a day. It’s been a blast, these past 20 years, having the opportunity to publish a vast variety of poets, both known and unknown, established and new. We heartily thank each and every one of you–readers, contributors, supporters, and followers–for helping us make Subsynchronous Press possible.

So as of today, this site will remain up only as an artifact of our love of poetry. Our Subsynchronous Press Archives site will remain up for who knows how long; that depends on WordPress. Lots of great poems may be found in our Archives. You should check it out sometime.

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Burned a Straw Man

For our November Poem of the Month, we give you Meg Smith’s “A Vow for the New Year.” An appropriate poem for where we are now, on the brink of a new era. That’s what it feels like, doesn’t it? Meg’s poem is linguistically concise, filled with imagery so detailed it puts the reader in the poem, and, moreover, gives an intimation of hope. Enjoy!

Our Final Issue (No.18) is Here

And just in time for Halloween–chock full of terrible beauties and thoughtful frights.

Contributors include:

Warren Andrle, John Thomas Allen, Robert Beveridge, Holly Day, John Grey, Justin Holliday, Frank Iosue, Michael Lee Johnson, B.J. Jones, Hillary Lyon, Josh Maybrook, Mark J. Mitchell, Keith Nunes, Fabrice Poussin, Simon Perchik, M. Brandon Robbins, Walter Ruhlmann, Dennis Saleh, Meg Smith, J. J. Steinfeld.

Just a Shadow

For our October 2020 Poem of the month we offer up a deliciously unnerving poem, “October Night” by J.R. Kangas. It’s subtly spooky, and creates an atmosphere that questions what’s real and what isn’t. Frissons abound! Perfect for Halloween reading.

Veil Is Now Closed to Submissions

As of this morning, Veil: Journal of Darker Musings is now closed to submissions. We thank all who submitted, as we received a wonderful number of outstanding offerings. This upcoming 2020 issue (#18) will be the final issue of Veil.

We will still accept submissions for our Subsynchronous Press Online Poem of the Month series, so there’s that.

Lips Worth Reading

For our September 2020 Poem of the Month, we present Keith Nunes’ “Died Standing Up.” A work filled with absolutely wonderful wordplay and imagery; the reader not only gets a sense of a wild personality here, but can also feel the chill wind blowing through events. Nicely done, Keith.

We Float Away

This month we bring you a wonderful poem that makes the personal not only universal, which is a difficult trick—but also, amazingly, geological.“Single,” by B.J. Jones is a richly detailed, honest exploration of human coupling. A delightful, yet poignant, poem, indeed.

 

An Orgy of Metal Spikes

Because this summer is just not hot enough, how about a sizzling poem for these crazy days? For July’s Poem of the Month, we serve up Justin Holliday’s “Bedtime Story.” This piece gives us luridly moving imagery, accompanied by deeply heartfelt vocalizations; it doesn’t merely draw the reader in, it grabs them by the hair and shackles them to the bed. Wowza, indeed.

 

Where Nothing Struggles

And now for a respite from these maddening times, we bring you an untitled poem by Simon Perchik. It’s thought-provoking and serene at the same time, touching on what’s breathtakingly natural and violently primal. And when Simon presents of the idea of a place “where nothing struggles”—well, as Hemingway wrote, “Isn’t it pretty to think so?”