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Jahana Hayes, Former Teacher of the Year, Wins Democratic Nomination for Congress in Connecticut — BCNN1 WP


Jahana Hayes, a Waterbury, CT, history teacher with no political experience, captured the Democratic nomination for Connecticut’s 5th District seat on Tuesday night and is now a step away from becoming the first black Democrat elected to the U.S. House of Representatives from New England.

via Jahana Hayes, Former Teacher of the Year, Wins Democratic Nomination for Congress in Connecticut — BCNN1 WP

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STELLA & THE RAINBOW


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dover 16072017 6 (3)‘Rainbows End’ by Zoolon

Stella was addicted to breathing, so you can image how pissed off she was when the world ran out of fresh air.

A few nights earlier, by candlelight, she had plugged in her Les Paul only to discover there was no power. No power = no music. She took a look out of her bedroom window and all she could see was a black nothingness. No power also meant her electric cooker wasn’t working either. Stella opened a can of Heinz Baked Beans and ate them cold, straight from the tin.

Until recently she was chasing the rainbow’s end. Not to find a pot of gold or anything like that. She just wanted to know what the end of a rainbow looked like.

She remembered that I lived in an eco-friendly recyclable plastic bubble moored up on the Medway near the Docks, so she came over…

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As published by Inquietudes Literary Journal Spring 2018


Waltzing the Night

by PD Lyons

We’d hold ourselves like prayers between each other
bare feet, beating hearts
soft by each breath
full moon kisses
beyond any daylight horizon

 

it was one o’ clock this morning.
woke up no particular reason
didn’t even need to pee.
kitchen floor so cold I hurt for shoes
stood there adjusting to Frigidaire light
three bottles of beer on the second shelf
opened one by the window
chugged a salute to those long
hard rain halos

this is not the city I used to know with you

maybe I go for another
maybe it’ll help me sleep
probably not
these days once I’m up
even beer can’t touch me

deserted even by the small comfort of your ghost
still I sway as if somehow
we’re dancing

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links to the full issue #1 and the Journal for submissions of your own work

 

https://inquietudeslitjournal.weebly.com/issue-1.html

 

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The Wardrobe’s Best Dressed: We are traveling through dark at tremendous speeds by Sarah Sadie


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This selection comes from the collection We are traveling through dark at tremendous speeds by Sarah Sadie, available from Lit Fest Press. Order your copy here. Our curator for October is Tausha Fouts.

Sarah Sadie is the founder/owner of Odonata Creative, a Kaizen-Muse guiddess to all realms creative, and a Qoya dance teacher. Former Poet Laureate of Madison, she now works with women and men in small groups, workshops, classes and 1:1 to help them identify  their creative passion and audacity through small steps and interesting questions.

We are traveling through dark at tremendous speeds”  is her second full-length collection. You can find out more about her at her website: www.odonatacreative.com

Tasha Fouts is the 2018-2019 SAFTA Writer in Residence at Firefly Farms.  She received her MFA from Bowling Green State University.  Her work has appeared in Salt Hill, Bateau, Glass, Birds Piled Loosely…

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Title Piece from newest release


WORSHIP SWANS NO LONGER

When you worship swans no longer

Will you find your way to me?

Smoke rising in a breathless voice

Winding between shade and sun

 A dream begun on dew drops

  Daring midday like a ghost

Vowing never to fly

From your embrace

Special First Edition Limited to 150: each numbered and signed by the poet.

Price includes worldwide shipping by regular post in padded envelope.

20.00 dollars US /15 euros Ireland /20 euros rest of Europe /15 UK sterling

Items shipped upon receipt of order (purchase through Paypal)

Contact: pdlyonspoet@yahoo.co.uk

With your shipping information and any queries.

Additional inscription on request.

(Numbered books selected randomly)

“PD Lyons work stands at the threshold so loved in Ireland. That almost magical, almost mythical, almost otherworldly parallel that the Irish dip in and out of. Where we chose to believe in luck and superstition and destiny and embrace these as tangible factors in our daily lives. – from the forward by Una O’Neill D’Arcy, Journalist/Freelance Writer

Thank you in advance for supporting this project!

Exciting Announcement!


 

When You Worship Swans No Longer: Poetry by

by P D Lyons

Poetry inspired by the village of Fore County Westmeath and surrounding areas of Ireland, by an Irish American poet.

 

Special First Edition Limited to 150: each numbered and signed by the poet.

 

Price includes worldwide shipping by regular post in padded envelope.

20.00 dollars US/15 euros Ireland/20 euros rest of Europe/15. sterling

Items shipped upon receipt of order (purchase through Paypal)

Contact: pdlyonspoet@yahoo.co.uk

With your shipping information and any queries.

Additional inscription on request.

(Numbered books selected randomly)

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Thank you in advance for supporting this project!

 

 

Burlesk!


Quick Fire


Necromancy Never Pays

With the weight of the testimony and tantrums going on during the Kavanaugh hearing hanging over our heads, I’m not the only woman in America who hears drums, drums in the deep. Who is thinking how eerily plausible suspending the constitution seems as a next step, when everyone is staying home watching television and feeling afraid. Last night Ron even made a joking comment that was meant to be reassuring but actually echoed what Luke said to June in the same situation, when people didn’t think things would go that far.

What can we do when it feels like the pillars of democracy are being pulled down around us, one by one? And yet life goes on. We still use dishtowels, like the one June–by then called Offred–sees in the kitchen of her Commander’s house. We still have work to do and bills to pay. We still read books, even…

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This is what a donation to VVMF goes to


Your Stories. Your Wall.

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VVMF receives no government funding. When a donation is made to VVMF – it goes to programs that help us further our mission to honor those who served and sacrificed in Vietnam, preserve The Wall and the legacies of those inscribed on it and educate current and future generations on the impact of the Vietnam War on America. For every $10 donation, $8.70 of it goes directly to funding these programs:

  • Care and Preservation of the Vietnam Veterans Memorial site in Washington, D.C.
    • While The Wall sits on federal land managed by the National Park Service, VVMF has a partnership with NPS in which VVMF covers the majority of the expenses in caring for the site. The NPS has millions of dollars in backlogged maintenance requests so VVMF’s help with the Vietnam Veterans Memorial keeps the site out of that backlog.
    • VVMF covers quarterly treatment of the grass…

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Before The Growing Season Of Grass by pd lyons


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Dreams Before The Growing Season Of Grass

by pd Lyons

Not early enough
The day already begun
Anyone with any place to be
Already there or else so late not worth fretting about.
Brand new bus half empty
At least two hours to go.

No ghosts dance over the river.
No diamonds tip the foliage.
From  dark shapes emerge;
A girl you used to know
Leads a horse you used to own
Liver chestnut
White star snip
Bucks rears dares

Once your brown hands could do anything:
   Melt the mouths of untried horses,
   Finalize another divorce,
   Set fence posts well bellow the frost line.
   Pull sunglasses from a girl,
   Hold her slight surprise,
  To kiss and kiss and kiss
  As if  there would never ever be anything else to ever do again.

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