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The Trials and Triumphs of Editing
Greetings from the Poetry department!
We’re coming to the end of what quickly became our largest submission cycle ever. To those of you still waiting for a response, I promise we are working as hard as we can…
It would be a lot easier if most of the submissions sucked. Unfortunately, you folks are pretty damn good poets.
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Lisa McCool-Grime
Lisa McCool-Grime loves to write alone about Sappho and wallflower women and to write collaboratively about anything. She loves to read everything (including tea leaves). Her wallflower women are or will be appearing in Splinter Generation, PANK, Solo Novo, Phantom Kangaroo, DIAGRAM, Painted Bride Quarterly and elsewhere. Her collaborative work can be read at Poemeleon and elimae. Tupelo press awarded one of her poems first place in their Fragments of Sappho contest.. »
Q&A with Featured Poet Lisa McCool-Grime
“I wish that my relationship to my poetry was all skinny dipping and swashbuckling,”
“I’ve been amazed at how willing the Muse is to squeeze into a new mother’s chaotic schedule. There’s no time to sit around waiting for her arrival.”
“I would like my art at its core to be a statement of faith: faith in my own artistic impulses and faith in the capacity of humans to honor expressed creativity.”. »
Poems by Lisa McCool-Grime
Are You Kidding Me? Are You Kidding Me:
from BBC interviews with the Westboro Baptist
Church members under the ministry of Fred Phelps
The ultimate smash-mouth in-your-face insult
to God Almighty. He can’t help but lie about the scripture
every time he opens his mouth. No tears for queers.
Not one word falls to the ground, not one of. »
Features
Call for Interviews: DO Talk to Strangers
The Splinter Generation is now accepting submissions of interviews with people you wouldn’t ever talk to. Find someone you wouldn’t ordinarily meet, or someone you disagree with on almost everything and have dinner, or a drink, or an email exchange. Record it, transcribe it, edit it down, and send it in.
Why? Remember when you were. »
Poems by Lauren Schmidt
Her Name is Sarah
When Randy drifted in for dinner with her baby
tangled in the rosary scars of her arms,
pressed against the dust of her breast,
everyone wanted to see. They softened
their eyes, their smiles, the way people do
when they look on a baby sleeping,
a baby who has not cried in two days,
a baby whose eyes ooze. »
Megan Hildebrandt Talks Art, Humor, and Cancer at 25
Being diagnosed with cancer and experiencing chemotherapy at age 25 dramatically changed the priorities and course of my work. Prior to this illness, I made narrative-based images about local history and my neighbors. Now, the stories in the work have emerged directly from my own body and memory, and the history is my own. »