Welcome to miller's pond, a poetry magazine that offers two unique versions, one in print and one on-line.
Our print version is published annually with approximately 40 poems perfect bound in a full-color glossy cover. One of the aspects of miller's pond that sets us apart from other printed poetry magazines is that we pay our contributors, and not just in copies. As a small, independent press publication, miller's pond doesn't have deep pockets, but we do believe a poet should be paid, in cash, for his/her work, even if that payment just covers the cost of postage. We will accept electronic submissions for our print version.
Our on-line version is published 2-3 times a year, as quality poems are received and accepted. We only accept electronic submissions for our on-line version, but there is no payment for these.
Please see our Guidelines for further information on how to submit to miller's pond.
Each issue of miller's pond in the on-line version is archived and accessible for your enjoyment. And most of our print copies are still available for sale. Please help support the magazine for future publications by buying a copy of two. Also check out the poetry chapbooks published by H&H Press, available in our bookstore.
New poems by Julie Damerell
Why perfectly green leaves change color and fall
Like women, so autumn
is God's second thought.
After subtracting one rib to fill
a more perfect world,
she gambled on the absence
of green, a bare branch her proof
that empty is only one way of seeing.
This pain, she would say, is no more
than a path, the fallen leaves a language
for loss, your ache my promise
to give back green.
Another Egypt
Forty years in a desert, and no one
came calling my name, no one
wiped the grit from my sand-whipped face, no one
mused about where I wandered. Today you
say you practice absence in the fog, isolation
from the one you love, but I tell you there is no practice,
no reflection in the pond of yourself alone,
roaming because you forgot your direction,
searching empty-handed for a map.
There is no map, no water to soothe your feet,
no guide you can trust.
--Julie Damerell
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