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Welcome to miller's pond, a poetry site that welcomes poets with a wide range of poetic styles, structures, and subjects.
The Winter 2018 issue is available now! See it HERE.
As of 2009, miller's pond is no longer a print publication. The web version is published 3 times a year. The editor, Julie Damerell, only accepts electronic submissions for the web version, and there is no payment for publication. Submissions can be sent any time but are only read before the fall semester and between the spring and fall semesters.
Any submissions received from this point will be considered for the Winter 2018 issue and may not be read until sometime in December. Simultaneous submissions and previously published poems are welcome.
Please see the Guidelines for further information on how to submit to miller's pond. Poets who don't get an email either accepting or declining their submissions are the poets who didn't follow the guidelines!
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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.
Not on any Map
Julie Damerell and Keith Moul
Every failure lessens the time to make things right but you must: this is Iowa and farther than a mile, we are waking darkly, like a shivering dream and our timely recollection recalls the sun where to drift in a wild latitude of stars, a share of your memory, time bends with us in rooted silence
I am wind beating my wings through time
place devours us both to shape the stars drive me to hear of myself miss by the thinness of a moth’s wing where no metaphor will break the solitude I feel
February 2016 poems by Julie Damerell
Dreamland
in my pocket coins for three wishes, a clock telling how long your absence
to close the hole a snip of gold thread, crumbs to find my way back to unlock your heart, a key
Beautiful
Up on the roof, olive branch just out of reach, I trace your face in the clouds.
Through open windows, the flight of her fingers, her voice lifting a tapesty of woes, closes
a circle started so many years ago. Shelter from hunger and cold not as simple as the smile
on your face, but it’s beautiful, yes, in the morning rain. My fingers find the branch by your side where I want to be.
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