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Sam Silva has published well over 150 poems in print magazines including, but not limited to Samisdat, The ECU Rebel, Sow’s Ear, The American Muse, St. Andrews Review, Dog River Review, Third Lung Review, Main St. Rag, Charlotte Poetry Review, Parnasus…most (but not all) of these magazines are now defunct. For the Past four years his magazine portfolio has grown by and large on line including Rio Del Arts, Megaera, Big Bridge, Views unplugged, Comrade Magazine, Ken Again and at least thirty others. Over the years four small presses have publsihed a total of nine chapbooks by Sam Silva …these, being Third Lung Press, M.A.F. Press, Alpha Beat Press, Trouth Creek Press. Brown and Yale Universities solicited many of these chapbooks for their libraries. These chapbooks were well received in newspaper reviews by Shelby Stephenson, Ron Bayes, Steve Smith, and the late poet laureate of North Carolina Sam Ragan. Silva has ebooks and books available at amazon.com and well over 300 poems archived in online magazines. He was nominated a total of seven times by three small presses.
Three spoken word CDs of Sam Silva’s have been marketed through CDBaby.
The following work is Copyright © 2015, and owned by Sam Silva and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.
Felicia Lights Farts A Final Summer
A little burn of the heart
…milk and serial tears,
And before you were twelve
Gayle Kaune is published widely in literary magazines. Her chapbooks include Concentric Circles and N-Sid-Sen Star. Her book, Still Life in the Physical World, was published by Blue Begonia press and her latest, All the Birds Awake, is from Tebot Bach. She is a retired psychotherapist and lives with her husband in Port Townsend, WA.
The following work is Copyright © 2015, and owned by Gayle Kaune and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.
It is in this massage room,
I am swimming
while my father is being cremated.
My laps keep building
His spirit left immediately,
and I am not at home waiting,
Self Portrait with Childhood
Childhood was the thing I painted
And when I was mother I missed her,
Yes, Mother spoke to me alive and dead, saying,