I can think of no better image to cool us off at the start of one hot summer, than “ice cubes gelling.” Our June 2017 Poem of the Month is Country Time, by Ray Greenblatt, a detail-rich little poem that deftly encompasses many of the organic pleasures of summertime. And it has nothing to do with lemonade. Enjoy!
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Veil: Journal of Darker Musings is NOW OPEN to SUBMISSIONS.
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Please see our guidelines page for, well, guidelines.
Doesn’t the month of May always feel like the diving board of summer? There you are, finishing up with springtime, poised to jump into the warmer days just ahead. You move a little slower, perhaps daydream more often, and pack light for those delicious and possibly decadent getaways. Our May Poem of the Month encapsulates just such a state of mind: Town of No Taboos by David Spicer.
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Also, please note that Veil: Journal of Darker Musings is still closed to submissions. I will post the notice here when we reopen. Please don’t submit until then. Ta.
Ah, April: the first of the month is a celebration (or a suffering) of jokes and japes and slapstick pranks; the rest of the month is full-to-bursting with the optimism of spring. And always, beside such optimism lurks the shadow of restless foreboding, doesn’t it? Herewith we present a sharp little poem that deftly ponders the “metaphysical delirium” that engulfs us all: One Person’s Seriousness Is Another’s Colossal Joke by J. J. Steinfeld.
Greetings people! Currently, we are overwhelmed with submissions–which is a good thing, though it means we are more than a bit swamped. So, Veil: Journal of Darker Musings is now temporarily CLOSED to submissions.
I’ll post a notice when we re-open.
For our March 2017 Poem of the Month we give you Solo Boxing, by Michael Lee Johnson. A tight little poem, but full of action and distractions we’ve all been party to; the poet manages to say so much in so few lines, it’ll make you dizzy, if you let it. Enjoy!
What is poetry if not a release valve for the pressure of our inner-most passions? Emotions wrought in ornate language and images, for the sole purpose of simultaneously revealing and concealing our true selves. Here’s a doily-framed valentine for you, dear readers: The Angel in Flight, by Nina Clarence. Kisses all round.