Here we are in October Country (see Ray Bradbury), dancing with all things spooky and unsettling, but just for fun. For our Poem of the Month we present to you Ray Greenblatt’s “Fate,” an unnerving little poem, full of frissons, ill omens, and delightfully macabre imagery. Just what we want for Halloween-time! Enjoy, all you little monsters out there.
Veil: Journal of Darker Musings is now closed to submissions. We’re full! And thankful, too, to everyone who submitted.
I will post a notice when we reopen to submissions, which will be sometime in early 2019. See you then!
We are now in September, the official start of Fall, with slightly cooler temperatures, a different cast to the light (have you noticed?), and for those still in the grind, the start of school. All of this subtly sets us in that delicious in-between place and time, where we have left summer, but are yet to enter winter. A perfect poem for this feeling, this sensibility, is Frank Iosue’s “Fanny Brawne’s Lament”—a well-wrought work of beautiful angst, made even more piercing because it is rooted in truth. A fine, thoughtful piece for an autumn afternoon.
For those of you unfamiliar (or you forgot) who this Fanny Brawne was, and how she became Keats’ muse, here’s a Wiki refresher: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fanny_Brawne
Nothing like spending the day at the beach—especially if it is the beach Lance Nizami evokes in his poem, “Refuge.” Pristine in attitude, and richly bubbling with detail, enjoy it now that we have reached summer’s end.
Here we are smack-dab in the dog days of summer; makes us inclined to lie in the sun and wrest poetry from our steaming stream of consciousness. For instance, our July Poem of the Month, Trade by Tim Goldstone, succeeds in creating a detailed, vibrant world—so real it’s unreal. Kick back and enjoy.
Ah, these wonderful early weeks of summer, when the sap is still running a bit high but the temperature is not, and your world is a relatively serene place, if you let it be. For June 2018’s Poem of the Month, we give you a gently evocative piece, perfect for the first month of summer, A Sense of Scent, by Gregg Dotoli. It’s liberating.
Here we are in May already—the end of spring, but not yet summer. Everything still green and temperate, but on the brink of change. For May, we give you a lovely little poem for a lovely month: When we meet in green by Meg Smith. A concise work, effused with poignant musings and gently evocative images. A pleasure to read.