Fiction, Poetry, and Games by Stewart C Baker
I mentioned last week that I’d sold a haiku and a tanka to Grievous Angel, a new e-zine by Charles Christian of Urban Fantasist.
Well, they’re now live!
Go check it out for yourself at http://www.urbanfantasist.com/article/new-poetry–haiku—tanka-5071
If you’re of the poetic or flash-fictional persuasion yourself, I’d also add that I received a prompt turn-around time on my submission and—just as importantly—was paid promptly upon publication.
fresh-raked coals
she takes her father’s will
out on her children
Originally appeared in A Hundred Gourds
freeway moon
the slow occlusion
of my evening
Unpublished
election day I cast my line into the river
Originally appeared in
Modern Haiku
sunny weather
she waits for her lover
to get over it
Unpublished
orchid tree
the drifting scent
of traffic
Originally appeared in Crysanthemum
after the funeral
identical cars
turning the corner
Unpublished
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I’m happy to say that I sold a speculative haiku and a speculative tanka to Grievous Angel, a new imprint of Urbanfantasist.com.
There was a quick turn-around time on these, and the editor, Charles Christian, seemed personable when I queried about a few unclear points in the guidelines (since updated), so I’d definitely recommend sending him some speculative poems if you’ve got ’em! Payment is $1 per line, with a $5 minimum. (Also 6 cents per word for flash, $20 minimum.)
I’m told my two poems will run some time this week, so that’s a plus as well.
(Trigger warning for gun violence)
always
this endless dissection
of histories . . .
another gun attack
bursts over the news
Originally appeared in
A Hundred Gourds
the chill
of that long-ago morning
won’t leave her . . .
on the opposite shore
a fawn watches its reflection
Originally appeared in
A Hundred Gourds
shadows
of children dancing
in the street . . .
thus do we scatter
like seeds in a hot wind
Originally published in
A Hundred Gourds
after the cull
the quiet of the forest
man doesn’t know
the universe doesn’t care
about the cost of life
Unpublished
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