A piece of mine is up at Mushroom Rain, a new kid on the block that I recommend submitting to because of its unique format. A public place for private notes, as Beth described it. mushroomrain.org
Martina Matijević
@vientoverde.bsky.social
Croatian poet-artist. Born from a dyslexic child’s imagination. Remember, you are loved.
Excited to be a part of a ground-breaking PJCA’s First International Multilingual Haiku Anthology dedicated to the 79th Independence Day of Pakistan. Thank you, Hifsa, for promoting the practice of writing haiku. @hifsays.bsky.social
Spanish Romance. An anonymous masterpiece. The opening section is in E minor, followed by a contrasting section in E major. 🎸 Performed by me. Recorded impromptu before I had a chance to practise. #classicalguitar #guitar #music
Can't wait to receive a copy. 🤍✨ It still feels surreal to be a part of something so important.
Happy #BookBirthday to MAINTNANT 20: A Journal of Contemporary #Dada Writing and Art. This one-of-a-kind journal focuses on dada of today, and this issue offers 240 works from around the world on the theme of IMPROPERGANDA. "It will blow your mind!” —Home Planet News
A poem, "My Red, My Mother," up at The Mad River. Grateful to the editors for the acceptance. www.google.com/url?sa=t&sou...
For #PoemsAbout #LastTrain combined with #vss365 #brake @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk @andyperrincycling.bsky.social Thank you for reading 🙏 #Oulens #poetry #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity
I'd like to offer a complimentary copy of Vanished Roads to anyone willing to write a public forward review, positive or negative, here, on social media, blog, or anywhere else you are able to post it. Send me a DM with address if you're interested and willing to post a review publicly.
bedroom window my figure plays hide-and-seek with constellations
This is how the sunlight painted nature today. golden hour — the sunlight drips down a plum orchard
Your last text message is now your epitaph. What does your tombstone say? okay good night
Your last text message is now your epitaph. What does your tombstone say? Denial is a river in Egypt
fascist state— my bones hide violence with a bitter scent #senryu
birch forest a constellation of trunks wraps me in
the last session the one-fits-all of her handshake
shooting star in the cold water I submerge my body
withered nut cracking these knuckles in the waiting room
A piece up at paragraphplanet.com today. ☺️☺️☺️ Extremely grateful to Richard for publishing it. @paragraphplanet.bsky.social Relatively early graying isn't fun, but at least it makes a good story. 😅