The Solitary Wanderings of an Extrovert By Nathanael William Stolte

The Solitary Wanderings of an Extrovert

The first day of vacation left me feeling so restless
I decided to go see my friend with the harmonica
With only Sam Cooke, Diana Ross and
A Boy Named Sue for company I head east
Everyone in my rearview mirror is mad at me
For protecting my own interests,
Just like them,
But it’s easier to be bothered by someone else
Than to look at your own part.

All the trees are sleeping to the lullaby of the Susquehanna
While NPR is a threadbare time machine
In need of a tune-up
All the west bound drivers are ghosts
Wearing masks that look like you when you are disappointed in me
A face I know too well

It’s cold here but I like it
I keep better in the cold
I’m comforted by the constant
Yellow service engine soon light on the dashboard
It’s as if I have something in common with this old car
We are both somewhat damaged
One difference is I could pay someone to fix this car

I get to Brooklyn and the driving
Has my jaw clenched and
My knuckles white until
I’m greeted by a platoon of snowplows on 2nd street
They are lining both sides of the road
Like hoplites and I realize that it’s all about preparedness

That’s the answer
Have faith in the unknown and make ready
After all the unknown is all there is left to put our faith in

So I wander the slushy streets with impunity as
Every Rude Boy in Brooklyn comes out
In their scally-caps and I notice
Brooklyn is caged in fire escapes and
Everything is an exquisitely beautiful and dirty matte grey

It’s cold
My feet are wet and
I wouldn’t change a thing.

By Nathanael William Stolte

Biography:

Nathanael William Stolte is the author of four chapbooks, A Beggars Book of Poems, Bumblebee Petting Zoo, Fools’ Song & Unformed Creature. His poems have appeared in Ghost City Review, Guide to Kulture Creative Journal, Five-to-One Magazine #thesideshow, Rusty Truck Zine, Poems-For-All, The Buffalo News & Plurality Press. He is the Acquisitions Editor for CWPCollective Press. He was voted best poet in Buffalo by Artvoices’ “Best of Buffalo” in 2016. He is a madcap, punk-rock, D.I.Y. Buffalo bred & corn-fed poet

Caretaker By M. Wright

Caretaker

She told my grandmom the following:

When your mind stops,
your fingers become false
and family members will
consider foreclosing.

And when your heart stops,
your foreign fingers will
cross over your heart as
second-year med students
dehumanize your tattoo of
the pillsbury boy,
forcing away theoreticals
of your childhood memories–
with her mother I’m sure.
And your adulthood crises,
maybe she mistook god for god.

Your cremated mind will
be filled with sand
(like sleeping limbs)
and you’ll feel the atoms
of you separate.

Your ashen heart will seek
out a place to wait for
your lover’s star stuff
and the remaining atoms
will coalesce into fake
fish-tank seaweed for
some four year old’s
goldfish to enjoy.

Okay.

By M. Wright

Biography:

M. Wright has recently been published in The Rising Phoenix Review, Maudlin House, Barely South Review, and (forthcoming in) Temenos Journal. He is the winner of Weisman Art Museum’s Poetry ArtWords and was awarded second place in the Into the Void Poetry Competition. In 2017 M. will be one of the 24 featured poets in the Saint Paul Almanac’s Impressions series. More: wrightm.com

Prop Up By Lauren Suchenski

Prop up

Prop up the
Propa-grandizing/ the proper use
Of grandio-sizing braggadocio/
Bigly, or little-ly, or literally
The little-est amount of listening
That is necessary

Fine-toothed comb and tooth-combed records,
Fighting with tooth and nail for every vote
Not yet nailed down
Fire-hot-wind voice and all the words
Still smearing themselves across
The image of your image – 10 TV’s heigh
And 8 platitudes wide

Red, white and weary
Of the wild indifference to
Justice/
Weary of the fight for just-us
and the ferocity of the fight
Still looming

By Lauren Suchenski

Biography:

Lauren Suchenski is a fragment sentence-dependent, ellipsis-loving writer and lives somewherewhere the trees change color. Her poetry has recently appeared in Gambling the Aisle, Dark Matter Journal, Red Fez, Vine Leaves Literary Journal, Black Elephant Literary Journal,Stoneboat Literary Magazine, The Soap Box, Centum Press, Unbroken Journal and Five 2 One Magazine, among others. She loves to swim inside syllables.

Survive Like the Water By Lydia Havens

Survive Like the Water By Lydia Havens

We are overjoyed to debut the newest member of the Rising Phoenix Press family. Survive Like the Water by Lydia Havens is officially available for pre-order! You may now reserve a copy of the full-length collection in our Etsy Shop! Creating this collection with Lydia was a life changing experience for our team. Working on this collection filled our days with courage and hope. Follow the link below for more details about reserving your copy.

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Read Poems from the Collection:

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Why I “Let it Happen:”

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About Survive Like the Water:

In her debut poetry collection, Lydia Havens explores how mental illness, grief, and abuse have correlated in her own life, and in the patterns she observes in the rest of the world. Divided into four thematic parts, Survive Like the Water describes trauma using everyday occurrences and objects, and asks necessary questions about healing as a lifelong process.

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About Lydia Havens:

Lydia Havens is a poet currently living in Boise, Idaho. She is the co-founder and former Executive Poetry Editor of Transcendence Magazine, and the founder of Sapphic Swan Zine, a small publication for LGBT+ women and gender nonconformists. Her work has previously been published in Winter Tangerine, Drunk in a Midnight Choir, and Words Dance, among other places. Lydia is the 2015 Women of the World Poetry Slam Youth Champion, and the author of three self-published chapbooks. Survive Like the Water, published by Rising Phoenix Press, is her first full-length collection. She currently works as a teaching artist for Big Tree Arts Inc.

 

AMERICA KILLS By Ji Strangeway

AMERICA KILLS

Mary was not his mother.
Virgin was not her breast.

Hands, darkly supple
holding suspended breath.

His eyes are life as grave.
His grave is wide as life.

His skin, both child, yet worn, like seastone,
My father, a soul who ran from home.

I called to mountains west.
The sun fainted slowly into night.

I called to the mountains east.
The moon smiled yellow and bright.

I called to the sea of south.
Monks left leaves bitten to dust.

I called to the sky of north,
angels flocked with fright.

I called within and found my father.
His face was blue like a rock dipped in somber.
The world suddenly collapsed like a weak lung
as my father wept emotions

he had never felt before.

I have but a long, fast journey,
arriving at the soul that spat three quarters of his blood
adjacent to my heart.
I find a life that left him narrow,
turned him blind,
blindly turned him,
turned he blind.

This is a song about sadness,
a melody of remorse,
a hoarse voice hollow,

an immigration discourse.

America grey almighty,
star spangled nothingness.

You have stolen the man who wore Beauty
and made him a refugee.

Remember Eddie Adams
as he shot American’s face white,
white face at night,
night worn with American white.

Remember his picture as a picture of father,
father of all fathers.

When my father was shot,
America killed itself.

By Ji Strangeway

Biography:

Poet, novelist, writer-director: Ji Strangeway transcends categorization, embracing beauty wherever she finds it. She has made it her mission to capture this invisible beauty and share it with the world. Writing from the margins of gender, orientation, and circumstance, her work is an unconventional call to action. Her words are for the dreamers and the idealists. When she’s not beating deadlines, you can find Strangeway in Los Angeles, riding the crashing waves of electronica at a club, basking in the Santa Monica sunset, or reveling in the full spectrum of life experiences in her travels. Follow her on Twitter @jistrangeway or Facebook ji.strangeway

PART TIME STORE CLERK By Damian Rucci

PART TIME STORE CLERK

It’s 3am
and my feet are sore

the hundredth box of
raviolis broke on the floor

and I couldn’t care
less

the guy I work with—
his thumbs are numb

from swiping lonely women
on Tinder.

I want to breathe Pacific
backpack to Katmandu

leave this grocery store
in flames

so I can have something
to write about.

I need to leave home.

By Damian Rucci

Biography:

Damian Rucci is a writer and poet from New Jersey whose work has appeared recently in Eunoia Review, Beatdom, Yellow Chair Review, and Indiana Voice Journal. He is the founder and host of Poetry in the Port, one of the Damned Poets, and the author of Tweet and Other Poems (MDP 2016), Symphony of Crows (2015), and The Literary Degenerate Blog.

Survive Like the Water Cover Art

Survive Like the Water Cover Art

We are thrilled to reveal the cover art for Survive Like the Water, the forthcoming full-length poetry collection by Lydia Havens. Our deepest gratitude goes out to Bristy – Pagli Rajkonna for designing and creating the illustration for this collection.

In our current political and social climate, we need brave voices. We need individuals who will resist in simultaneously bold and tender ways. We believe Lydia Havens is this kind of poet who supplies good medicine for the heart, mind, and soul with her poetry.

Pre-orders for Survive Like the Water will officially begin on Sunday, January 22nd. stay tuned for more information.

More about Survive Like the Water:

In her debut poetry collection, Lydia Havens explores how mental illness, grief, and abuse have correlated in her own life, and in the patterns she observes in the rest of the world. Divided into four thematic parts, Survive Like the Water describes trauma using everyday occurrences and objects, and asks necessary questions about healing as a lifelong process.

More about Lydia Havens:

Lydia Havens is a poet currently living in Boise, Idaho. She is the co-founder and former Executive Poetry Editor of Transcendence Magazine, and the founder of Sapphic Swan Zine, a small publication for LGBT+ women and gender nonconformists. Her work has previously been published in Winter Tangerine, Drunk in a Midnight Choir, and Words Dance, among other places. Lydia is the 2015 Women of the World Poetry Slam Youth Champion, and the author of three self-published chapbooks. Survive Like the Water, published by Rising Phoenix Press, is her first full-length collection. She currently works as a teaching artist for Big Tree Arts Inc.

 

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