Loose Words Letter #78
We Back!
Welcome to the newsletter from Loose Words. These letters used to go out every Thursday to highlight many of our published poems from the week prior. We took a long break and then returned, but our output was haphazard. But for the first week in a long time, total submissions are back up by a lot. So, we back! Loose Words is a poetry publication brought to you by Assemblage to capture disconnected thoughts and let them find their form.
“Rest when you’re weary. Refresh and renew yourself, your body, your mind, your spirit. Then get back to work.” — Ralph Marston
When we do send out our newsletters, we post a few lines from each featured poem (all friend links so anyone can read them) to give you a preview of the whole. We encourage you to read the full version by clicking in and taking that minute. A one-minute read could change your day.
Featured Poets and Collections Are Coming Back
One of the things we used to do was to have a featured poet and collection in every newsletter. This is coming back soon. Stay tuned. In each newsletter, we will feature one of our contributing poets at Loose Words on our homepage and in this letter. Collections are groupings of poems with an overall theme. You will find Collections on the homepage underneath the Featured Poems, Notes From the Editor, and Featured Poet sections.
We just need our poets. You are our lifeblood.
Selected Loose Words From Last Week
Open Wide and Let Me In by Wild Flower
“petals, they form
like tendrils of life
only to wilt
in front of your eyes”
Breaking Sane by Jonathan Greene
“I want to walk free and swallow the silence
and allow myself to become an ecosystem
in and of itself
A metamorphosis is coming,
and I am breaking sane”
The Ecstasy of Poetry by Connie Song
“and a world wrapped in milk and honey
a galaxy trapped in catapulting words
that seduce and befriend us
with sultry things like icicles in August
and the ecstasy of poetry.”
Dance Company by Trapper Markelz
“if this spotlight before me is all that I possess,
a light that chases torch-bearing angels
into the deep night of a dress rehearsal.
The new quiet is a chlorine bleach”
Highlighted Past Poem
“My flesh is an argument
a conversation
a description
it wears my selves all over it
each passed self
a carcass on my hips
a cadaver on my thighs”
The Wrap-Up
“If you do not change direction, you may end up where you are heading.” — Lao Tzu
