If you visit this blog often, you’ve probably witnessed me going on and on about 3AM Magazine (who, by the way, still has not gotten back to me regarding poems I submitted at the beginning of August). Should I re-submit at the beginning of November? Or just call it a loss and move on?
Anyway, did you know there’s also a 4AM Magazine called 4AM Poetry Review? It’s mostly a print magazine but does have some stuff online, like this great poem by Rebecca Loudon:
“Fool, fool, fool, fool, fool.
She might be pregnant-bloated
face, thighs, hips, hands, mouth.
Love is a stupid feathery thing
that should be shot down with rock salt.”
Read the rest of this poem, called Danses Sacrées et Profanes, at the site, visit the 4AM homepage, or subscribe to the magazine.
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