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Reading for Osiris 95

AUGUST 1-SEPTEMBER 30, 2022

We will begin reading submissions for Osiris 95 July 1. The deadline for all submissions is September 30, 2022. Please send 3 to 6 unpublished poems and a 50-word biographical note. osirispoetry@gmail.com

Translators please include the original text and a letter of permission from the publisher and the author.

Convocatoria abierta. Comenzaremos a leer poemas para Osiris 95 en julio 1. La fecha límite para todas las entregas es septiembre 30, 2022. Por favor envíen 3 a 6 poemas inéditos y una nota biográfica de 50 palabras a osirispoetry@gmail.com.

Los traductores deben incluir el texto original y una carta de permiso de la editorial y del autor.

Nous lirons les soumissions pour le numéro 95 de la revue à partir du premier juillet. La date limite est le 30 septembre 2022. Veuillez nous envoyer 3 à 6 poèmes inédits et une brève notice biographique de 50 mots. osirispoetry@gmail.com

Featured

Submissions for Osiris 95

We will begin reading submissions for Osiris 95 July 1. The deadline for all submissions is October 1, 2022. Please send 3 to 6 unpublished poems and a 50-word biographical note. osirispoetry@gmail.com

Translators please include the original text and a letter of permission from the publisher and the author.

Nous lirons les soumissions pour le numéro 95 de la revue à partir du premier juillet. La date limite est le premier octobre 2022. Veuillez nous envoyer 3 à 6 poèmes inédits et une brève notice biographique. osirispoetry@gmail.com

From Sam Smith’s The Journal

Osiris 82

Languages in use this issue of Osiris, #82, (60 pages perfect bound $20.00, PO Box 297, Deerfield, Massachusetts 01342, USA. osirispoetry@gmail.com) are English, French, German, Italian, Norwegian and Spanish. Not sure what the opposite of synaesthesia music-colour is, but in this instance Hanne Bramness claims that snow light is noisy. Andrea Moorhead herself seems to pick up on this in her prose poem pieces, Mutterings from the Source. Indeed many of the poems here, perceptions skewed, even strips of Robert Moorhead’s b&w photos being offset, appear to attempt an understanding of what is yet beyond understanding. And all is presented in the usual quality production.

Osiris 90

I had thought that, in these peculiar times, all that I would be talking of here would be these ‘peculiar times.’ That however was to underestimate the dedication of editors and publishers. For instance the latest crossborder, international issue of Osiris #90 (www.osirispoetry.com) 60 pages perfect bound, $24.00/€22.00). This issue opens with a prose poem of wonderful whimsy by Paul B. Roth. The next time I found myself brought to a halt was by the English translation from the German of Matthias Politski’s poems, conventionally spaced. Whereas Andrea Moorhead’s prose poem Vigil had a delightful, preposterous even, touch of magic realism. Similarly Astrid Cabral’s, translated from the Portuguese. The issue enlivened as usual by Robert Moorhead’s enthralling visual fantasies.

Poètes francophones

Osiris accueille les poètes francophones.

Envoi de textes: Minimum de trois poèmes inédits, maximum de six poèmes inédits &

une brève notice biobibliographique. La date limite pour le numéro 95 : le 30 septembre 2022.

osirispoetry@gmail.com

Osiris welcomes younger writers

Osiris welcomes younger writers. Send 3 to 5 unpublished poems and a 50-word bio.

Deadline for Osiris 95 is September 30.

Looking for Translations

OSIRIS welcomes translations for Osiris 95: from the German, Spanish, Polish.

Include the original text, a letter of permission from the publisher & author.

Deadline: September 15.

Ramblings on Poetry

Greek, Italian, Russian, Spanish, Norwegian, Danish, Polish, French, Romanian, English…

Swiveling points of view….a poem from under the tablecloth or next to the window, a poem from the dried blood of major catastrophes, a poem from dreamland or the labyrinth of daydreams, a poem chiseled from prose, from speech, from exclamations of wonderment, a poem-photo, a photo absorbed into words, a gaze, a glance, a profound silence.

Blue poems, rose poems, turquoise poems, translucent poems.

Printing the tongue on paper, the stuttering of air, the great deep murmuring of the throat… moving towards sharing the flickering of attention, the focus of attentiveness, drooping sorrow, ecstasy, contentment….

Eternal spring or looking behind the window….

for Simon Perchik

For Si

No one noticed the red petals, slipped off the table, onto the wooden floor, the vase still attractive, bold flowers with strong stems. It was sometime in the evening, before the light fell. Rustling, shaking in the woodpile outside. Investigating. No one, nothing. A jet passing, a distant storm. No vapor trail, no thunder. Walking around the cabin. Summer evening, warm, still. It’s been days and the petals have lost none of their color. Brilliant red. The vase disappeared, flowers tossed on the compost. Unconscious cleaning up after. But the petals persisted. No one noticed they had slipped onto the wooden floor. Passing by, scattering, moving aside. Perhaps it was late in the evening, when the light was dim and the wind had died down. Something in the night sky more compelling. But the slightest movement, somewhere, sometime, and the petals slipped to the wooden floor, leaving the vase and the bright, strong stems.

June 2022

Andrea Moorhead