Wishes | Sammi Cox

wishes, like watercolour

paintings, left in the sun

fading like old

newspaper, ravaged by

the passing of time

.

they come and go

these wishes and wants

changing with the seasons

replaced by shiny new

hopes and dreams

.

yet the old ones linger

like memories

faded, yes

but not forgotten


Sammi Cox is from the UK and spends her time writing and making things. Her poetry and short fiction have been published in various places online and in print. Her first collection of tiny tales, One Turn of The Wheel was published by Three Drops Press in 2017. Find her at: https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/

Call for Submissions: Extended Editions 2021

Usually we only accept short poetry and flash fiction here at Whispers and Echoes, but occasionally, we do enjoy reading longer pieces.  Hence our latest submissions call for longer works…Read on to learn more…

Guidelines

  • All our usual submissions guidelines apply – you can find them here – except for the following:
    • Only one submission per contributor will be accepted for this call
    • Poems are limited to 25 lines, and flash fiction is limited to 250 words
  • There is no set theme or genre for this call.
  • Please put “Extended Editions – YOUR NAME” in the subject line of your email.
  • All submissions must be sent in the body of an email – no attachments please!
  • Please give each submission a title.
  • Include an author bio written in third person, of no more than 50 words, and accompanied by up to 2 links (blog, website, Facebook, Twitter, Wattpad, etc).
  • All work should be original.  Please do not send us work that infringes another’s copyright – no song lyrics, no fan fiction, etc.
  • Submissions open: Wednesday 3 November 2021
  • Submissions close: Friday 26 November 2021
  • All accepted submissions will be posted on the site between early November and early December 2021

Send submissions to: deardreamingspirit@gmail.com

To read our Submissions FAQ, please check out the SUBMIT page. If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to get in touch.

Whispers and Echoes Poetry and Flash Fiction Index | October 2021

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October proved to be bountiful, in terms of poetry and short fiction, here at Whispers and Echoes.  For the first part of the month we continued sharing the responses we had received for the Butterfly Photo Prompt, before moving on to share 2021’s autumn submissions.

Thank you to everyone who submitted and who read. In the next day or two, we will be opening submissions to our next themed call, Extended Editions 2021 as well as to general submissions, before we turn our attention to our final themed call of the year, Winter 2021.

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

Poetry

Prose

Prairie Poet | Duane Herrmann

I sing
of open spaces
vasty sky,
trees,
and the wind,
constant wind
over rolling prairie,
with creeks:
my home.


Duane L Herrmann was surprised to find himself in 1951 on a prairie farm.  Still trying to make sense of that, he’s grown fond of grass waving under wind, trees, and moonlight.  He survived a traumatic, abusive childhood embellished with dyslexia, ADHD (both unknown at the time), cyclothymia, now, PTSD.

He Meets Her at the Bridge of Fallen Flowers | Sunra Rainz

Let’s talk about cosmology, he said.
What about it? she asked.
I want to know how you stole my soul, he replied.
I steal into everyone’s soul, she said matter-of-factly, to which
he sighed, and a small blizzard formed and fell somewhere above the Alps.
Not so soon, she said, calm now.  It’s still my time –
then shook her hair and a whirlwind of flaming umber
flew across the forests of the southern hemisphere.
You give me goosebumps, she smiled, and with fingers of sun
stroked his cold face, and his ice block heart almost melted.


Sunra Rainz is a Pakistani-born British poet and writer based in Birmingham, UK.  She has been writing for years and has had work published in Red Ink, Visual Verse anthology and work forthcoming in Free Verse Revolution.

Reflection on trees | Phillip Knight Scott

What hope grows in the throats

of reflected trees, wondrous wooded dreams

pooled together like a scarf spooled

down the back of a child,

not worried where it may wind up?

.

What are reflections if not homages

to something larger, perhaps a portal

for Autumn winds to escort colorful leaves

like thread, drawing a home

wherever they may wind up?


Phillip Knight Scott is a native of Durham, North Carolina, where he lives with his wife and son. He has published one book of poetry, Paint the Living, Plant the Dead, and one novel, The Alien in the Backseat, which can be found along with new poems on his website, phillipknightscott.com.

November World | Duane Herrmann

Gray November sky,
trees are bare again
and the wind chills,
soon, I will be older.
Trees are full of birds,
going one direction:
fleeing south
ahead of cold and freezing;
long waiting is ahead.


Duane L Herrmann was surprised to find himself in 1951 on a prairie farm.  Still trying to make sense of that, he’s grown fond of grass waving under wind, trees, and moonlight.  He survived a traumatic, abusive childhood embellished with dyslexia, ADHD (both unknown at the time), cyclothymia, now, PTSD.

Dear Autumn | Yuu Ikeda

What wraps me calmly

is only you.

.

Even in scorching darkness,

your eyes become a lantern,

your breeze caresses my cheeks,

and your colors plant a hope

in my empty space.


Yuu Ikeda is a Japan based poet.
She writes poetry on her website.
Her published poems are
“On the Bed” in <Nymphs>,
“Pressure” in <Selcouth Station Press>,
“The Mirror That I Broke” in <vulnerary magazine>,
and more.
Her Twitter account :
@yuunnnn77

Autumn Truths | Britta Benson

Summer lingered long, never took.

Light spilled, sat easy, asked for a truce.

Now, laughter darkens, learns to wait.

A season peels off trees in golden ochre, bloodred, rust.

Eyes roll, all colours whisper, no intention of remaining.

‘Hear me’, the caught leaf sings, pinched between two fingers.

I close my fist.

The faintest heartbeat stops.


Britta Benson is a happiness & poetry blogging, circus skills instructing & common butterfly following German, a writer, performer & linguist thriving in Scotland, her chosen habitat since the year 2000.
Britta’s Blog – Letters from Scotland
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