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say yes. “yes”

“…I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.” Ulysses J. Joyce






why we like yes factory

Hey PD!

Sorry about the delay, we were totally overwhelmed with the number of submissions that came in. We’s like to publish As If The Rain. We aren’t asking for first rights, just the right to run your story in our digital magazine and feature it at the release party. We’re having the shindig in Brooklyn, NY on September 1st. We’ll send you an invitation mid-week if you agree.

The Yes Factory

Why we like Pyrokinection & Jellyfish Whispers

I am pleased to tell you that your poem, “only august” is slated for publication on Jellyfish Whispers on July 29th.  Additionally, your poem “belize” is slated for publication on Pyrokinection on September 10th.  I am going to pass on the other piece this time.  I will email you again when your poems go live on our sites.
Thanks again for your support of our new projects.  And please be sure to stop by our new mother site, http://www.kindofahurricanepress.com/, and check out our call for submissions for our first anthology!
A.J. Huffman
editor, Pyrokinection
editor, Jellyfish Whispers

three from Wanting To Be In The Old Tongue by pd lyons



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










black velvet traveler

dark morning herald

solitary secrets kept

well behind green eyes

alluded only by such offerings

as left upon our doorstep shrine.




winter wash

sails on hemp rigging

 places precious

this January sun.

strong wind, clear sailing,

a rising Tahitian blue,

fed by silver slips of memory

travelling on wings of fantasy

calling sea birds soar

above a mucky barking back yard dog.


from Wanting To Be In The Old Tongue

poems of an Irish descent

by pd lyons

Copyright © 2011 PD Lyons

All rights reserved.


ISBN-10: 1466272996


In The Company of Woodbines by Pd Lyons



Open air

Cobble street,

Church bell rhapsody


Well worn doors

Rough stone walls

Into secret corners drift

Undisturbed as dust


Waiting the slow pour

Of a pint



from Wanting To Be In The Old Tongue

poems of an Irish descent

by pd lyons

Copyright © 2011 PD Lyons

All rights reserved.


ISBN-13: 978-1466272996

ISBN-10: 1466272996


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