The Blue Nib

Issue: Issue 3 No Limits

Featured Poet. Luiz Canha Machado

Luiz Canha Machado was born in Porto, Portugal, in 1971. He started writing poetry at the age of sixteen, drawing inspiration from his own life, the XIX Century Romanticism and the counterculture movements of the XX Century. He first wrote exclusively in his mother tongue but soon began to write in English also. Since then …

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Searching for my poetic voice.

By Dave Kavanagh   When I started to read poetry I found that certain poets grabbed my attention, they possessed something unique. It took me a few months to figure out what that something was. I eventually figured out what set these poets apart was a strong and very recognisable ‘Poetic Voice.     This …

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A quick round up of American journals that accept poetry, prose & short fiction.

AGNI: currently closed for submissions, opens again in September. Publishes poetry, short fiction, and essays. Send no more than one story, one essay, or five poems at a time. The American Poetry Review: dedicated to reaching a worldwide audience with a diverse array of the best contemporary poetry and literary prose. Send no more than five poems per …

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Poetry One

I Edit my Life By Michael Lee Johnson   I edit my life clothesline pins & clips hang to dry, dirty laundry, I turn poetic hedonistic in my early 70’s reviewing the joys and the sorrows of my journey. I find myself wanting a new review, a new product, a new time machine, a new internet …

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Poetry Two

places where magic may die by Alfred Booth   I know broken. I’m an expert with glue. Vases. Words re- quiring separation. Love triangles and the triage after friends betray trust. Who goes, who stays? Yet broken souls, like the one mamma crushed with a hair brush, well that’s another matter. There is no glue. …

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Poetry Three

A Dream Washed Up By D.L. Hume > She rests, like a hundred others, ignored and forgot. Tricycle cradled, blackberry wreathed and thistle jewelled, her complexion blushed moulding green. Just three slow declining miles from her riverside home. Face pointed away, eyes spider blind, she succumbs to blister and rot as other such ornaments rust. …

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Poetry Four

things i found when i wasn’t looking By Bev Smith   i am in my lazy and have found the most inspiring of things for my busy allows no rest no room or contemplation for change i’m guilty and confess to hiding my prosper behind stout walls your broken toothed fortress crumbles revealing envious eyes …

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