*Submissions Open* Avalanches in Poetry 2 Writings & Art Inspired by Leonard Cohen (on the blog only)

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We have already received a few & have already posted a few. Check out some also from the Print Anthology from Avalanches in Poetry 1 in November 2019.

Photo of Canadian singer and songwriter Leonard Cohen posed in 1972.

artwork by Geoffrey Wren

Poetry entry for Avalanches in Poetry 2 by Barney Ashton-Bullock : L’anti-arriviste est parti

Even within the abhorrence of absence
is a marked aberrance of pulsing joy;
we are left conveyancing the wounds –

We are abeyant to their melodic seep;
your intuit repertoire of counter-hex,
your quasi-bittersweet loll of lyrical intrigue –

Here, a sallow heart inflates with hope,
there, a hollow mind tolls in outreach;
we are all but trough-laden, sod-bound arrivistes,

Cusping it, winging it, drowning in it someday,
therein be the tragedy, the mystery, the mirth;
the orientation is the destination –

For when, to a sailor, the sea is as mildew in motion,
its wonderment worn to slicken sick liqueform veldts ,
its waves puckering in indigest, vomiting for revolution –

For when, to that sailor, the ambics of trussing waves
testify in their throt of malaise; their unchewed tether
of gruelly variegations lap ‘round slung, trash-forms a-ripple –

Pollutant detritus, deleterious of such seafarers’ safety;
sizes serried from swirling particulate to the lumpen, sunken,
dumped ‘white goods’ sea-bed bedrocks of corrosive causticities –

We, shoreline blind to this immersed bind of junk cluster,
ever await for a hallowed sunset, imbuing it with miracle,
with the cure, the penance, the forgiveness; a prophecy –

Just as you soothsay sang it, mister;
residuous and resonant,
in shalom and amen.

Barney Ashton-Bullock, has poetry published, or pending publication, in the Wellington Street Review, the New River Press Yearbook, SPAMzine, Re-Side Magazine, -algia Press, Scab Mag, Pink Plastic House Journal, Lucky Pierre Zine, Poetry Bus, Neuro Logical Magazine, Queerlings, Babel Tower Notice Board, in the ‘Avalanches In Poetry’ tribute anthology to Leonard Cohen, in the Dreich pamphlet ‘Famous’, in the Pilot Press ‘Queer Anthology Of Healing’ and in the ‘Soho Nights’ anthologies published by The Society Club Press who also published his first collection ‘Schema/Stasis’ in 2017. His latest poetry pamphlet ‘Café Kaput!’ was published by Broken Sleep Books. He is the poet/librettist in the ‘Andy Bell is Torsten’ queer music-theatre collective whose albums and books are published through Cherry Red Records and he narrates his own verse on the Downes Braide Association albums ‘Skyscraper Souls’, ‘Live In England’ and ‘Halcyon Hymns’.

Twitter: @barney_poet

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Salt by Ethan McGuire poetry entry for Avalanches in Poetry 2 Writings & Art Inspired by Leonard Cohen

A rock pillar of salt awaits those looking backward. 
As a staunch evangelical American, 
once I epitomized a top-rung Christian. 
You have asked me to discuss the future, 
yet we cannot discuss what has not been. 
Leonard saw the future, called it murder, 
the same as our own present and our past. 
My upward way is at once my downward. 
The downward path, it rises up likewise. 
God sees all time present for forever. 
I am not God; the night still spreads outside. 
I struggled long in lost worldview warfare. 
My weary back I never once unbent. 
Then one night, along the troubled pathway, 
a stranger told me he could build those walls: 
The walls between my culture and comfort, 
walls between the foreign and family. 
I sold my soul, crossroads, to the Stranger, 
though, true, he did not ask explicitly, 
only asked for proof of my loyalty, 
and my tired soul I volunteered in pledge. 
My upward way is at once my downward. 
The downward path, it rises up likewise. 
God sees all time present for forever. 
I am not God; the night still spreads outside. 
Once you sell your soul, lightning seals the deal. 
Even when the pendulum oscillates, 
your soul is sold. You cannot buy it back. 
I offer passers futures and my life. 
As I lie in the mud of dirty roads, 
even the Stranger mourns my fate in time. 
I lie trampled underfoot, Stranger of Gold. 
I gave myself to you, oh my paper stranger. 
I become a statue of salt as I stare backward.


Twitter @AHeavyMetalPen

By day, Ethan McGuire is a healthcare information technology professional. By night, he is a writer, whose work has been published by Better than Starbucks Poetry MagazineFlashes of BrillianceFoundling House JournalThe Dark Sire Literary MagazineVita Brevis Press, and the West Florida Literary Federation’s project Life in the Time of Corona, among others. Ethan currently lives in the Florida Panhandle near the beautiful beaches of the Gulf of Mexico with his wife and their dog and cat, and he is a proud member of the Panhandle’s writing community.

unsplash photo by Brandon Green

Avalanches in Poetry Entry by Samantha Merz : Varied Thrush

Champagne diamond pendants

First driving lesson at the age of twenty-seven
You’re gambling with your life by not creeping in

It’s your responsibility
Scolded over a parcel
Emerald girl style to your golden boy

It’s her time
Lady Pity
Her twisted mind
She’s so odd
Mixed up and conflicted
She’s a straw

Sucking the life out of a couple of those who used to be around

Making some low whistle notes
Won’t defend you
Won’t vouch for you
Different perceptions at play
Hibiscus heaven

You told me not to walk so far away from you

Poems by Samantha Merz have been published by Polar Expressions Publishing, Grey Thoughts,
Reality Break Press, Fevers of the Mind Poetry Digest, Nymphs, Malarkey Books, Poetry
Festival, Dreams Walking and Resurrection Mag. In 2019, Samantha self-published a collection
of poetry called Kazoo. Samantha is working on another poetry collection while composing
drafts. Samantha enjoys connecting with other poets and writers on Twitter. Her blog is
https://samanthamerz.wordpress.com/. Her Instagram handle is @marblemessages and Twitter
handle is @sambcmerz

feature photo from unsplash by Lucas George Wendt

Avalanches in Poetry entry from Janet Beekman : My Heart Will Be Heard

My heart will be heard
I can’t keep the love in
Can’t pretend I don’t care
My skin is too thin

My heart will be heard
I know you’ll be comin’
To pick up the pieces
Of the song I was strummin’

For less than a second
I saw clearly your face
Though I knew in my heart
You were gone from this place

My heart will be heard
And our souls will collide
When I enter the gates
Where we’ll forever abide


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