New Issue of Write Me a Metaphor now Up and Running!

The new issue of Write Me a Metaphor is now live!

For those who don't know, WMM is my own online poetry and prose journal.

This issue is absolutely fantastic -- I got some really wonderful submissions. It features the work of English Professor Ed Higgins, poet and photographer Jonathan J Ames, host of Soul to Soul Joneve McCormick, aspiring poet Nicholas Yancey, successful poet Wes Bishop and me.

Please head over to www.writemeametaphor.com and look at the beautiful poetic work on show, please feel free to email queries or feedback at writemeametaphor@gmail.com. Any submissions will also be welcome, take a look at the submissions page on the site and please follow the guidelines. I can't read submissions that don't.

There is a couple more changes to be made to the site, but they're slight -- just the addition of a "Links" page to other great journals and ezines etc.

That's it for now.

Featured Poem on Soul to Soul

"Texts of Emotion and Unique Fingerprints" is this week's featured poem at Soul to Soul.

Update on Soul to Soul

Joneve's accepted another two of my poems onto my page at Soul to Soul.

Links:

The Book of Life
Beauty Evapourated

"Fans of Dali" in La Fenetre

La Fenetre's Summer Magic issue came out a few days ago, with my poem, Fans of Dali, in it.

[Link to the poem].

Fans of Dali

Dali doesn't need us. Doesn't need
our awe or our excitement at being
amongst his pieces in London or
St Petersburg. His clocks will melt
whether we watch the time or not,
his rose will hang in wonder
whether we press our breath
in the empty space between it
and the sand plains underneath.

Dali doesn't need us looking
into the shadows of his self-portrait
or testing the strength of the sticks
holding up his dream.

Dali knows that he doesn't need
us like we need him, and that
no matter what he does, his art
drips its way into our hearts
and like his clocks, melts and forms
around our thud. thud. thud.

The world has their clocks, and most
go on daylight savings, ever-changing.
We have our clocks. They're Dali,
and they're everlasting.

© 2007 Laala Kashef Alghata