 Arlington Literary Journal an ejournal also known as ArLiJo, is located in Arlington, Virginia and is sponsored by Gival Press. The intent of ArLiJo is to feature a variety of authors/poets/artists from around the globe whose work provokes readers to contemplate issues, etc. The work chosen promotes understanding and sensitivity across borders, even if initially the work may cause one to take a double-take. Staff Editor-in-Chief, Robert L. Giron Special Women in Translation Month Editor, Katherine E. Young Intern/Assistant Reviewer, Elena Botts The Reading Period for ArLiJo will open from January 15 to April 15, 2019. Please note that publication in ArLiJo will be by invitation only, starting August 1, 2019. Any work published shall remain the property of the author/poet/artist and for any previously published work to appear the author/poet/artist must still retain the copyright of the work. Please note that ArLiJo is an ejournal. Payment for publication is a book from a selection of books listed below which have been published by Gival Press. Books Available to ArLiJo Contributors NONFICTION: Sexy Liberal! Of Me I Sing by Stephanie Miller FICTION: Dream of Another America by Tyler McMahon Ghost Horse by Thomas H. McNeely Mayhem: Three Lives of a Woman by Elizabeth Harris Show Up, Look Good by Mark Wisniewski That Demon Life by Lowell Mick White Twelve Rivers of the Body by Elizabeth Oness The Cannibal of Guadalajara by David Winner The Best of Gival Press Short Stories ed. by Robert L. Giron The Second Act by Tim Brown Barrow’s Point by Robert Schirmer POETRY: Poetic Voices Without Borders ed by Robert L. Giron On the Altar of Greece by Donna J. Gelagotis Lee Poetic Voices Without Borders 2 ed by Robert L. Giron Songs for the Spirit by Robert L. Giron On the Tongue by Jeff Mann Bones Washed With Wine by Jeff Mann The Great Canopy by Paula Goldman Sweet to Burn by Beverly Burch Protection by Gregg Shapiro Honey by Richard Carr 12 Sonnets for the Zodiac by John Gosslee Adamah: Poème by Celine Zins |
HC Hsu Erik Felthauser Featured in ArLiJo Issue No. 109 Pentagram  Copyright © 2018 by HC Hsu. monster my home is the canyon wall my hopes echo the wind my roots yearn for ears my leaves wish to sprout lips you fall past and my skin wants to grow hands to hold you today i grow only thorns i prick because i am a monster the birds get up early to censure me they ask if i’ll have petals this year and guess they—d be bitter as my leaves i wake up early and try to hear all they have to say Copyright © 2018 by Erik Felthauser. About the Authors HC Hsu is author of the short story collection Love Is Sweeter (Lethe) and essay collection Middle of the Night (Deerbrook), which was nominated for the APALA Literature Award. He has written for Pif, Big Bridge, Iodine, nthposition, 100 Word Story, China Daily News, Epoch Times, Words Without Borders, and many others. His translation of 2010 Nobel Peace Prize laureate Liu Xiaobo’s biography Steel Gate to Freedom was published by Rowman & Littlefield in 2015. Erik Felthauser is a zoologist who has spent time in the mountains and deserts of Arizona studying parthenogenesis. His creative writing focuses primarily on shortish poetry. He is also an avid photographer. Karen Poppy Featured in ArLiJo Issue No. 109 New Moon For Cecily, 16 years on. You died in the limbo Of a new moon. A blank sky, a blank slate. Only 25. There are those who believe Had you lived, You never would have tried Again, but you Stabbed yourself out of this life, Like stars seer holes Into our sky, Like you gone seers holes Into our lives So that we move through With reckless caution, Upheaval and grief that we organize. That we place Item by item, memory by memory. That we smooth Into the earth with your straight, Long limbs, Perfect and young. I think of you. How you touched the blood With your finger, A last question in a night So dark. Copyright © 2018 by Karen Poppy. The Pot Orange blossoms, too many for one tiny tree, Ornamental in its pot. Each flower A symmetry of stars and chaos of stamen, Unfurling with pollen, golden curls coiling Toward the sun. Under the blossoms, rich With spring, and shaded by thick leaves, That beautiful turquoise pot we chose Together in the nursery, and cradled Between towels all the way home, A perfect baby. Now, that one cracked spot In the glaze, secret and hidden under the tree. Right at the rim, black, sinister facsimile Of a star-shaped blossom. They call All those minute fissures “crazed.” Those that capillary out from center, As if the glaze has gone mad. That night, you did not craze, Did not go mad. No one did. It just happened. Your head hit the pot. Then the ground. Head wounds bleed So much. You lay in that dark lake A long time before anyone found you. I found you. No one knows what happened Or why. Today bursts open With sun-soaked orange blossoms Whose scent makes the air go mad. Yes, crazed, and surging deep blue. The pot harbors such a paradise Of flowers, and in summer, fruit. Copyright © 2018 by Karen Poppy. About the Author Karen Poppy has work published or forthcoming in The American Journal of Poetry, Chaleur Magazine, Wallace Stevens Journal, The Gay and Lesbian Review Worldwide, and Voices de la Luna, among others. She has recently written her first novel, is at work on her second novel, and is an attorney licensed in California and Texas. She lives in the San Francisco Bay Area. Her list of publications can be found online at https://karenpoppy.wordpress.com/publications/ |
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