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.
Whispers and Echoes is currently open to submissions of short poetry and flash fiction inspired by the following photo:
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Sturdy stood the twins
That warm September fall
Reaching for heaven
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
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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
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
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
The three chosen Editor’s Picks for September 2022 that will be featured on the Whispers and Echoes homepage for the month are:
Poetry
Flash Fiction
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:
If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to get in touch.
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 Journal, Alien Buddha Zine, Medusa’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.
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