VALLUM AWARD FOR POETRY 2014!
Deadline to submit: July 15, 2014
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This year's judge: George Elliott Clarke
More details: http://www.vallummag.com/contestrules.html
Friday, 7 March 2014
Sunday, 2 March 2014
CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS!
Announcing Vallum’s next theme: “Speed.”
We often wonder what the world would be like if it wasn’t in such a rush. Speed is the defining aspect of the contemporary world. Time slips by at an unprecedented rate. How (why) is the world ruled by speed? How much faster can we go? How much speed can humans sustain?
For detailed guidelines visit:www.vallummag.com/submission.html
Deadline: April 20, 2014
Monday, 24 February 2014
SIBYL WITH GUITAR
(c) Medbh McGuckian
When I look back I don't know
If there have been any nights,
Even any difference in light. I don't
Hear the city the way I used to,
When there was something in me
That could catch fire, like long ago
Waiting for a kiss. The moon hides
In the throat of the tone of the yellow
Bell, I am willing that the seasons
Wear me out. Dead-eyed angel,
Lying on her side, white in the daring
Dark, her death is the smallest sadness
She was able to cause. A folding
Of hands, as if every place knows
About all the others: the patience
Of a summer in the rebellion
Of her skin; a milky rush
In the curves of a riverbank.
Published in Vallum 7:1, "Futures," 2009.
Tuesday, 18 February 2014
Sad news, the passing of Mavis Gallant, a literary great...
Tuesday, 4 February 2014
LADDER TO THE MOON
(c) X.J. Kennedy
If I had a ladder that reached to the moon
Up its millions of rungs I'd go.
Up higher than ever the clouds can fly
Till the earth was a ball below.
I'd put on my warm wool winter coat
And my long scarlet scarf in case
While I climbed my ladder right up to the moon
It should start to snow in space.
I'd sidestep a couple of shooting stars
I'd stand on the steepest hill
At the top of my ladder to the moon
If only the moon stood still.
(Published in Vallum 6:2, an issue devoted to children, "Play and the Absurd."
Wednesday, 13 November 2013
Tuesday, 12 November 2013
(c) Jan Zwicky
There is a sound
that is a whole of many parts,
a sorrowless transparency, like luck,
that opens in the centre of a thing.
An eye, a river, fishheads, death,
gold in your pocket, and a half-wit
son: the substance of the world
is light and blindness and the
measure of our wisdom is our love.
Our diligence: ten fingers and
a healthy set of lungs. practice
ceaselessly: there is
one art: wind
in the open spaces
with us, saying
(From, Practising Bach. Published in Vallum 6:1, 2008.)