by Lisa M. Gott Heavy clouds creep acrossforgotten lands — a storm is coming,blowing the tumble weedsof my own destructionacross the never-ending fieldsof a place once called home. Parched, the soil cries out,O, clouds, rain down on me,wash away this decay so that blades of glory may rise up and reachtoward possibility. Blackness circles — a…
We are excited to announce the winners of our April Book Spine Poetry Competition! A big thank you to all those who submitted to the competition and those who took the time to vote on their favorite submission! Since the first and second place winners were but a vote apart,…
April is National Poetry Month, and, to celebrate, The Penmen Review is having a Book Spine Poetry Contest! So, what is book spine poetry? Use the contents of your library and arrange book titles to create a poem. You can see examples here: http://bookriot.com/2012/10/26/the-best-of-book-spine-poetry/ To enter, take a photo of your…