Yes, Poetry, Volume 2, Issue 11, November 2011
Sarah, Shoshana. “No Name” Yes, Poetry Volume 2, Issue 11: November 2011.
And while I’m at it, I know it’s a bit late, nevertheless, here it is. My second published poem is on page 7:
http://www.lulu.com/items/volume_73/12176000/12176717/3/print/november.pdf
Enjoy!
The Ilanot Review, Volume 3, No. 2, Autumn 2011
Sarah, Shoshana. “Bread, Water & Gas.” The Ilanot Review Volume 2, Number 3, Autumn 2011.
Now that it’s official and in print an all, I would like to share with you my first publication:
http://www.biu.ac.il/HU/en/cw/ilanot/poetry/sarah.html
Also, PLEASE check out the entire issue: http://www.biu.ac.il/HU/en/cw/ilanot/.
At the poetry reading that took place on December 15, 2011, I enjoyed listening to my fellow writers immensely and left with a renewed sense of respect for prose in particular and inspiration.
Enjoy!
Shoshana Sarah
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“Dear Shoshana,
Thank you for your submission to Yes, Poetry. Yes, Poetry would like to include “No Name” in our November issue. Please reply to this message with any questions you may have. You will receive an email when the issue is online. Thank you again for submitting.
Also, feel free to friend us on facebook for updates: https://www.facebook.com/yespoetry”
I’m super-excited!!
Check out Yes, Poetry (yespoetry.com). I just love the name of the journal!
Also, I know I’ve been bad at posting, but I’m trying to do something else big, soon! More news to come!
Love & Joy,
Shoshana
p.s. What do you think of my blog’s name change? It was totally spontaneous from two quotes I’ve loved for a long time…
I was told that I was haunted. Now I know it’s true. The thoughts creep under my covers and snuggle up with me in the bed; they whisper ideas that threaten me with evaporation should I dare not get up, 55 minutes past my bedtime, and write them down. Just as I’d begun to think that there was no way I’d write a post a day but I would try for the once a week challenge and this blog is supposed to be about only poetry anyway.
This is not the first time. It was the one of many when I told a wise friend that I can’t sleep sometimes because I am writing or creating that she told me I was haunted. By what? She wouldn’t say…but I knew. And now I won’t say either for the purpose has been fulfilled (but if you pay attention, you’ll hear about it one day in a song).
Tomorrow, there will be poetry…only poetry…I hope.
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