Submission Guidelines
Heidi Seaborn Please do not send us a poem about birds. We have no interest in the chattering of starlings flying over the burned field or the charm of finches that light into your garden every morning. We don’t give two hoots about rooks in a clamour, nighthawk kettles, wren herds, magpies in a tiding or knobs of widgeons and flights of pigeons. We could care less that a congress of ravens is called an unkindness or for your poem about two unkind ravens quarrelling on a telephone line stretched in front of the sea. Speaking of sea, please don’t send us poems about colonies of gulls or heron. Especially no blue heron poems, the world has too many already. Don’t sneak a heron into your pond poem, already flush with mallards and paddling ducks. God knows the world needs another nightingale poem, but call us old fashioned, we’ll stick with Keats. We love the odd peacock sighting, but maybe just a feather will do. Please refrain from ostentation. Don’t brood on pheasants or exalt the lark or pity the turtle dove or murder the crow. No sermonizing on congregations of plovers or convocations of eagles. No parliamentary oratory on owls. If you do send us a bird poem, it better be good. |
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About the Author: Heidi Seaborn lives in Seattle with her unruly garden, handy husband and a lab named Fetch. Since she started writing a year ago, her poetry has appeared in Into the Void, Gold Man Review, Vine Leaves Literary Journal, Carbon Culture Review, several anthologies, in a chapbook of her political poems Body Politic published by Mount Analogue Press, on a Seattle bus and elsewhere. Find her on Twitter here.