You don't have to believe in the end to sense its approach beyond the rise....

Call for Submissions

Throw away the lights, the definitions,

And say of what you see in the dark

That it is this or that it is that…

-Wallace Stevens, from The Man with the Blue Guitar

All felled, felled, are all felled;

   Of a fresh and following folded rank

                  Not spared, not one

                  That dandled a sandalled

         Shadow that swam or sank

On meadow and river and wind-wandering

   weed-winding bank.

-G. M. Hopkins, from Binsey Poplars

We seek poems and artwork and very, very short fictions that deal with the human range of thoughts and emotions in contemplation of the apocalypse.  This journal will end 12/21/2012.  Submissions are currently open.  Send 1-5 poems/pieces (no .docx, please) or 1-5 images of artwork (not originals, but JPEG copies)--either published or unpublished, to:

theplanetformerlyknownasearth@gmail.com

  

Guidelines for the apocalypse:

Extinction, regret, speculation;

hope, straitening, waste;

phases; calculations;

elegy, redemption, fear;

resolve, history, love;


panic, pity, protest;

duty, ritual, escape.

Our relationship to the animals, the planet, space;

want, empathy, despair.

The inadequacy of words and art.

The necessary adequacy of our souls.






As of this posting, OCTOBER 11, 2010, there were 801 days and some hours left.