autumn chill

by on Dec 8, 2017

 


Debbie Strange is a Canadian short form poet, haiga artist and photographer whose creative passions bring her closer to the world and to herself. She is the author of Warp and Weft: Tanka Threads (Keibooks 2015) and the haiku collection, A Year Unfolding (Folded Word 2017). Please visit her archive of published work at debbiemstrange.blogspot.ca.

In Darwin’s Dream

by , on Dec 7, 2017

(Watch Eduardo Yagüe & Matt Mullins’ video & view full credits for “In Darwin’s Dream” on Vimeo)

 


Eduardo Yagüe studied at the Drama Art in Gijón (Spain) he, then he moved to Madrid, where he studied in the Corazza Studio for Actors and Hispanic Philology at UNED. He worked as an actor, theater teacher and many other jobs. He also wrote poetry and stories. In 2012 started to make videopoetry. He is interested in exploring and mixing the limits of poetic and cinematographic languages. He loves working with the actors in his videos, using them as a vehicle to talk about strong and deep emotions. His works and collaborations with poets and other video artists have been screened in videopoetry and videoart shows and festivals in Europe and America. Website: eduardoyague.com

Matt Mullins writes and makes videopoems, music, and digital/interactive literature. His work has screened at various festivals in the United States and throughout the world including Visible Verse, Zebra, Videobardo, Liberated Words, Rabbit Heart, and Co-Kisser. He has published poetry and fiction in numerous print and online journals, and is the author of the short story collection Three Ways of the Saw (Atticus Books). You can engage his interactive/digital literary interfaces at lit-digital.com.

Halfway to What’s Next

by on Dec 5, 2017

 


W. Jack Savage is a retired broadcaster and educator. He is the author of seven books including Imagination: The Art of W. Jack Savage (wjacksavage.com).  To date, more than fifty of Jack’s short stories and over nine-hundred of his paintings and drawings have been published worldwide. Jack and his wife Kathy live in Monrovia, California.

In Twos

by on Nov 30, 2017

Her glasses are on the night table. Propped up on two cushions, she is asleep, her mouth half-open, a bubble of saliva shifting on her lip with every breath. The ceiling fan purrs. A quiet room, otherwise. Tiptoeing near her bed I see a tiny fly approach her face. As if sensing it, she raises her arm, brushing against her forehead. I stop breathing. But she continues in her sleep, as if she is on a journey and this moment that just passed was but a momentary stop, a blip, a slight distraction.

no one
in the mirror
night of ghosts

 


Stella Pierides is a poet and writer. Her books include: Of This World: 48 Haibun (Red Moon Press, 2017) and Feeding the Doves: 31 Short and Very Short Stories (Fruit Dove Press, 2013). Her haiku and micropoetry collection In the Garden of Absence (Fruit Dove Press, 2012) received a Haiku Society of America Merit Book Award. Currently she manages the Per Diem: Daily Haiku feature for The Haiku Foundation. Find her online at stellapierides.com.

2017 Pushcart Nominations

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Here are Gnarled Oak’s six Pushcart nominees for 2017 in order of appearance. I hope you’ll go back and reread them:

Natural Outlaws by Melissa Fu (from Issue 11)

The Past Is Not Where I Left It by Stephanie Hutton (from Issue 11)

In the Feet of a Refugee by Frank Eze (from Issue 11)

The Stars Are All Dead and Have Fallen by Barbara Young (from Issue 12)

Refuge by Steve Klepetar (from Issue 12)

sky poem by Tara Roeder (from Issue 13)

Congratulations to these authors and my sincerest thanks to them and everyone who allows me the honor of publishing their work at Gnarled Oak.

How the Grateful Dead Got Their Name

by on Nov 28, 2017

Don’t believe this story. It is fake news.
Jerry Garcia did not return from the land of the dead
with three pennies in his hand,
touched by those subtle fingers, rubbed smooth.
I didn’t free him from his coffin on the sea.
When he came to me, dressed in white,
paler than before, we didn’t walk along
the high road, we didn’t stop and go inside a church.
No princess, no dragon, no heads on spikes.
None of that happened. We sat down to drink coffee
in a Starbuck’s near my house,
though I would have preferred the Local Blend.
“The wi-fi’s better here,” he said, and anyway, he was buying.
He told me that it sucked being dead – the food is dry
and there’s no drugs – but at least he didn’t have to live
in America under Trump. Remember, this is fake news
made up by that failing poet, Steve Klepetar. Sick guy. Sad.

 


Steve Klepetar lives in Saint Cloud, Minnesota. His work has received several nominations for Best of the Net and the Pushcart Prize, including four in 2016. Recent collections include Family Reunion (Big Table), A Landscape in Hell (Flutter Press), and How Fascism Comes to America (Locofo Chaps).