James Dean | Bartholomew Barker

Photo by Bartholomew Barker

He didn’t invent

motorcycles or leather

but he did die young

Today is the 67th anniversary of James Dean’s death.


Bartholomew Barker and James Dean are sixth cousins twice removed. The poet’s grandparents are buried within sight of the actor’s grave in Park Cemetery and one of Barker’s uncles rode motorcycles with the young Dean, both rebelling without much cause.

Call for submissions…Photo Prompt – Leaf

Whispers and Echoes is currently open to submissions of short poetry and flash fiction inspired by the following photo:

Submission Guidelines:

  • Only poetry and flash fiction inspired by the photo prompt above will be accepted for this call.
  • Our usual submission guidelines apply: flash fiction in 100 words or under and poetry in 10 lines or less.  The full guidelines can be found here. Please read them before submitting.
  • For this call, please submit a maximum of two poems, pieces of flash fiction, or a combination of the two.
  • Please state the following in the subject line: Photo Prompt Leaf – Your Name
  • Submissions open: 29 September 2022
  • Submissions close: 16 October 2022
  • Responses will be sent out: week beginning 17th October 2022
  • Accepted submissions will be posted on the site from the end of October and into November.
  • Please send your submissions to: deardreamingspirit@gmail.com

If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to get in touch.

Footprints in harmattan winds | Benjamin Nambu

Trees, yawning in drought

Forced to repent their decision

To remain rooted instead of fleeing

Their once wet barks

Branded with scars from sharp gun rays

As they stare down

At footprints of families gone farming

Fading in harmattan winds


Benjamin Nambu is from Ghana in West Africa. Writing poems, short stories, and motivational messages are very dear to his heart. 

Website

greatbenji.business.blog

Facebook

https://www.facebook.com/kwesi.nambu

Difficult Times | Benjamin Nambu

Hunger echoes the sun rays in my ears

My stomach grumbles

It’s the sign, that I’m near the end

I tighten my grip on the loaf of bread

Wrapped around my shoes in my sack

As the sun brightens with more heat

It becomes clear

That my big talks and dreaming big

Come down to holding on to a piece of bread


Benjamin Nambu is from Ghana in West Africa. Writing poems, short stories, and motivational messages are very dear to his heart. 

Website

greatbenji.business.blog

Facebook

https://www.facebook.com/kwesi.nambu

Born for the rough roads | Benjamin Nambu

I was born for the rough roads

To roam them and to rule there

I was destined to go places

Even hell, cracked and cooked

I was built to master

The roads of rules and conventions

To their dead ends

And create new paths into the future

I was born to win

That’s why I count every loss as lessons


Benjamin Nambu is from Ghana in West Africa. Writing poems, short stories, and motivational messages are very dear to his heart. 

Website

greatbenji.business.blog

Facebook

https://www.facebook.com/kwesi.nambu

Whispers and Echoes Poetry and Flash Fiction Index | August 2022

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In August, Whispers and Echoes had the wonderful opportunity to share seventeen poems and pieces of flash fiction from writers all over the world. Thank you to everyone who submitted to the journal, and my continued gratitude to those who read it.

General Submissions to Whispers and Echoes are currently closed. We do however, have a themed call open for submissions: Haiku on History (you can find all the details for that here).

Whispers and Echoes is on its annual break until 14th September. All emails and submissions will be responded to when we return.

To see what we shared – or what you missed – in August, check out the links below. Enjoy!

Poetry

Flash Fiction

Submissions Call: Haiku on History

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Whispers and Echoes will be on its annual break between 1st – 14th September, but submissions are open for our latest themed call: Haiku on History.

Submission Guidelines:

  • The theme is History.  You can run with this theme in any way you like. Want to write haiku about ancient Rome, medieval ruins or ghosts? Go ahead. Want to write haiku about iron age roundhouses or castles or the pyramids? We would love to read them. Want to write haiku about your own history, for example, on the subject of growing up? Sounds good to us. As long as it is set in the past and adheres to our general guidelines, you can be as creative as your inspiration guides you.
  • The format is: Haiku using the 5-7-5 syllable structure. 
    • Please, no other forms and styles of poetry, and no flash fiction for this call.
  • Our usual submission guidelines apply, except that we are only accepting haiku length poetry for this particular theme (as stated above).  The full guidelines can be found here.  Please read them before submitting.
  • Please state the following in the subject line: Haiku on History – Your Name
  • Submissions open: 31/08/2022
  • Submissions close: 15/09/2022
  • Accepted submissions will be posted on the site from the end of September and into October
  • Responses will go out when we return after our annual break
  • You may send up to 3 haiku for consideration. Each accepted submission will be posted separately.  Acceptance of one piece doesn’t mean all pieces will be accepted.
  • Please send your submissions to: deardreamingspirit@gmail.com

If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to get in touch.

Dogs and buttered toast aren’t cats | Nolcha Fox

because they land wrong side down.

You are a cat, elegant

in words, in motion.

I’m not fooled

by slick persuasion.

At heart you are 

a dirty dog.

Your toast is buttered

with margarine.


Nolcha has written all her life, starting with poop and crayons on the walls. Her poems have been published in Lothlorien Poetry JournalAlien Buddha ZineMedusa’s Kitchen and others. Her chapbooks, “My Father’s Ghost Hates Cats,” and “The Big Unda,” are available on Amazon. Nominee for 2023 Best of The Net.