In this new poem, Devon Balwit takes the abstract forms of Laura Page’s art work as a starting point for creative potential and a powerful human narrative.
Heidi Mae Niska and Julie Gard reflect on their prose poem and photography collaboration set in northern Minnesota.
In this new poem, Lesley Burt explores the work of Van Gogh, discovering in it the possibility of a world ‘unclaimed by names’.
Northern Minnesota is the focus for these works, combining photography with prose poetry, itself a form which resists easy definition, to explore perception and the interaction of images and language.
Anne Weisgerber discusses and reads her flash fiction piece She Curled Tight for Long Exposure Magazine.
For more flash fiction like this, purchase Issue 4 of Long Exposure Magazine here.
Gabriel Rosenstock discusses the philosophy of Haiku and the ability of the form to disrupt everyday ways of seeing and thinking.
‘Emptiness’, his collaborative work with American Photographer Ron Rosenstock, is out now from Long Exposure Press.
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‘Through photography I have sought to explore the space between the finite and the infinite. For me, infrared photography is on the borderline, the veil between the known and the unknown … a search for what is beyond the doorway of perception. What draws me—what speaks to me—is the mystery …’
– Ron Rosenstock
2 Years of Publishing
Long Exposure Magazine has now been publishing for 2 years!
During this time the magazine has been fortunate enough to publish a fantastic range of poetry, photography, visual art and critical work from around the world. Many thanks to each contributor and reader who has been involved so far.
Issue 4 will add sharp and engaging short fiction to this output, featuring more writers and artists than any previous issue.
These are exciting times as we look to expand the magazine and above all promote high-quality creative work and those who are producing it.
Poetry Tutoring at Long Exposure
Long Exposure Magazine is now offering feedback and guidance on a selection of your poetry. For an introductory fee of £10 you will receive rigorous feedback and editorial advice on a set of up to 5 poems through e-mail correspondence.
Editor Daniel Williams holds undergraduate and postgraduate degrees in literature and creative writing and has published poetry widely on-line and in print, including at Cadaverine, Ink, Sweat, And Tears, and Envoi. Alongside his work in editing and publishing, he has experience of teaching creative writing in a variety of contexts, from local community to university level.
Make your payment below and the editor will contact you to receive your work and begin your tutoring session. Any enquiries can be sent to email@example.com.
Call for Submissions: Illustrations
Further opportunities at Long Exposure Magazine.
Long Exposure is looking to put together a list of artists to work with frequently who can respond to the writing published in the magazine, through painting/illustration, photography and other visual art forms, to be featured alongside the creative writing pieces in each issue. This is an opportunity for regular publication and promotion. If you are interested in this project please contact firstname.lastname@example.org with a brief introduction and a sample of your work or links to some examples. You can see the type of work the magazine has published so far here.
Readings from Issue 3, by Keith Moul
Long Exposure Issue 4: Call for Submissions
For the next issue, Long Exposure is opening up submissions to fiction, specifically very short fiction of 700 words or less. In previous issues we explored traditional short forms such as the haiku (Issue 2), and how an economy of language and sharpness of observation can heighten the impact on the reader by using a minimum of words.
Definitions for this type of fiction are various, and as such our criteria are broad. Whether your pieces lean towards a fluid and poetic style or want to focus on delivering an engaging narrative in a tight space, we would love to read your work.
As usual we are open to poetry submissions on any style or theme, but with a particular interest in the Ekphrastic genre or work which combines text and image, as well as to photography and art work and collaborative projects between writers and artists.
See previous issues for the type of work we have published to date.
If you have an idea for an essay or article, particularly on the relationship between creative writing and the visual arts, contemporary poetry and poetics, or the arts in education and society, contact the author to discuss.
All submissions and enquiries to: email@example.com
We look forward to hearing from you!
Long Exposure Magazine, Issue 3 Now Available
The new edition of Long Exposure Magazine is now available!
Featuring an international selection of new creative writing, photography and visual art.
Access it here:
Long Exposure Magazine, Issue 3, July, 2016.
The Moon’s not Just a Dirty Rock: A New Poem by Lesley Burt
We hurtle into a long tunnel:
windows reveal nothing beyond
reflections: people, red upholstery,
and windows reflecting the reflected.
In a magazine left on the table
among coffee rings, NASA reports
a rocket: to launch a moon crew,
using a single five-segment booster.
Astronauts will build lunar outposts,
pave the way for journeys to Mars;
its south pole will provide water, ice
and abundant sunlight for power.
The steward sways along the aisle
rattling refreshments on a trolley;
passengers drink, read, doze; trust
steel lines, solid earth, unseen driver.
We shoot out of blackness – where
blocks of flats loom higher than
street lamps and trees’ winter skeletons –
into the light of a yellow moon.
The Inking of a Story: A New Poem by Jane R. Rogers
First the stars
blocked in canary yellow
the stars are made of glass
next the mountains
deckled cool blue, an organic horizon
the mountains hiss of fear
next the desert
dunes ruched in ochre red shadows
the desert is the story of landscape
then a pitched tent – last onto the paper
solid night silhouette
secure enough to withstand a storm
where we recline on foreign bedding and listen in
to the unprinted white spaces and
ink the future.
For more of Jane’s work keep updated with Long Exposure Magazine, Issue 3, forthcoming.
Three Haiga by Kiran Sharma
A Display of Smoked Mackerel: A New Poem by Stephen Elves
(After Mark Doty)
Splendid in rows like the silvery dead
your afterlife now lit in amber
as if each caught fire then dived
into waves of crushed ice.
Your summer skin glows oiled bronze
a tiger-burnt patina of experience:
the shimmer of youthful flash
quietened by an old gold currency;
this is the whole fish, no etiolated fillet
slit from a bodybag –
the meat needs strong company
in a sweet glisten of horseradish.
The biggest fish catches my eye:
its white stare from a hollow socket
half-winks at me to unwrap its silk
chevrons, strip it to the nub.
I want its dark flesh: its eye,
drowning in dry air, wants mine.
For more of Stephen Elves’ work look out for the release of Long Exposure Magazine, Issue 3.
Two Poems by Lisa Kelly
Window on the Garden
Memory, my dear Cecily, is the diary that we all carry about with us.
– Oscar Wilde
The coal tit is being purposefully
its terse flight from hedge
to bike handlebar,
and seemingly off
only to be back on the bike briefly.
So many false promises
of departure, playing
with finality like a conifer seed
in its nippy beak, it revels
in its mastery of reprieve
with flippant swerves,
in a black bow tie and wing collar,
each drawn-out ending,
a sunflower seed
raided from a forgotten hoard.
with three toes facing forward,
and one backward –
able to cling to the vertical
without falling out
of the picture,
you are impossible to frame. This urge
to cup you like a soft bollock and squeeze,
is wrong, in a nutshell
but your pithy nature;
the impossibility of boiling down
spirit into sweetmeat
makes a play of thwarted possession:
agog to count
the freckles on your eggs
in their nest in a mouse hole,
to pop one in my mouth
and keep it forever, far from teeth.
This sky ceiling has been kindly donated
by Patricia Madden Cancer Trust
Look up sister! Six blue squares,
but only one is clear, as cirrus clouds
permanently gather in the other five.
Look at the poster sister! A man
manages colour-coded strings,
so his gown doesn’t gape.
Look down sister! Flip
through a torn magazine.
See the ads: Breast Feeding is Best;
How to Enhance a Small Cleavage.
Look this nurse straight in the eye sister!
Smile. What are the odds you’re next?
Attention sister! All mammography patients
please remove deodorant or talcum powder
from the upper half of your body.
Look sister! If you have sensitive
breasts, this may hurt. Look up sister!
Outside, a black sky hangs open,
the moon impersonates a breast.
Four Prose Poems by Keith Moul
Bolts and Woodgrain
Look out from the observation platform at Washington Pass. The view’s the thing! Mountains ranged before the glowing light, mountains before the wind; mountains after all that wind, that to the eye, resist encroaching trees. Yet for some the weathering wood, sturdy retainer, and bolted steel at close perspective, assuring notice to the orange and black stain, graying from snow and rain, growth rings insistent as annual pleas, draw our focus, demand our first consideration now, during light, during clarity, during rare peace among those rocks seemingly indifferent to ice.
Ferry car deck serves as temporary road, dumping dark waves of Puget Sound aside, waves that spray the sturdy car-trap, with yellow rope reminding careless passengers that danger in a lurch, catastrophe in a lunge, eternity at depths with fishes for company. So the highway waddles through whitecaps; fights light that escapes enveloping clouds; cherishes sun serving as spotlight for an audience of trees on the dark shore, danger and entertainment both; jilts passengers’ eyes straining for known landmarks, signs of the journey’s continuance; relieves those bobbing in desperation for deposit at the dock where the boat will shudder after coupling, revving its anticipation for return to Keystone.
The search (which I shouldn’t have to explain) never ceases. In this case, partially obscured beneath lacey cedars, light haloes its past usefulness; light surrenders to closing darkness children no longer served in remote Marblemount. The search exposes epiphany: raw transformation of weeds and invading mosses compel display of the human condition, while behind this point of timely view, out of sight, but detectable by the ear, the Skagit River surges, propelling hurried rocks in their slow conversion from a Cascade peak into silt proceeding in perfect accord with natural law toward future compactions.
The whole point of such objects is mystery: a tree survives peculiarly from its own time, its own space, no known context, no comradeship in wood, no causes before gods, no election to elite membership, only sad credibility that buoyancy prevails, currents and tides obliged to the moon arbitrate. Then to persist here on a shore, a fireless dragon guarding time, like a white bone completing a duty with dignity as though in a palace arbor.
Christmas Photographs: A New Poem by Lesley Burt
Family history told through
various sofas, hairstyles,
decorated pine trees;
children changing heights
to stand beside Santa in
different stores and towns;
one where, laughing, we all
strum inflatable guitars
brought home from Memphis.
One where, on the day,
I could not see that my mother
already looked like a ghost.
Rocks and Water by Heather Wheat
My son stands before me, facing away,
his shirt back straight, his posture
I am afraid that when he turns to
face me, after dropping his rock in a
bucket half-full of water,
he will be
and I will regret those
millennia in between.
A drop of water strikes a rock;
I see just how quickly the
but the substance beneath stays
And I am grateful for love.
Begin Again: Father to Son by Len Kuntz
Maybe now you can see the stars
leaning bright-tipped above your head.
And perhaps you notice how,
if you stitch them together,
they become glowing jump ropes,
the clouds as children
leaping and yodeling over arc shadows in a twilit park.
Sometimes we have to learn to love other things
and nature is what sutures,
placing a palm on the middle of our back,
a bit like a demanding nurse
gently prodding, pushing and pulling us up on our feet
so that we might begin again.
Sometimes we have to choose others
which really just means loving ourselves first and foremost.
This is no rebuke, no judgment. There’s enough of that in the world.
But, Dear Son,
the noose and the blade are no one’s friend,
please give them up for once.
If you can’t do it alone,
at least take my hand.
Good. Thank you.
Up we go now, off this bed and out that door
and into the night,
cool air on our skins,
crickets and stars and smell of weed grass everywhere.
Ah, through a cloud scarf
the moon has just this second peeked out,
perfectly pale and round.
Do you see it? Yes?
Won’t you take a step and stand where I’m standing?
Why don’t you get a really good look
and, if you think you can,
raise your voice and tell her
how beautiful she is.
Three Collage Poems by Helen Ivory
Click an image to enlarge.
Real Realism: An Art Manifesto for the Disenchanted by Mark Blickley and Frie J. Jacobs
Real Realism – An Art Manifesto for the Disenchanted
Mark Blickley is a widely published author of fiction, non-fiction, drama and poetry. His most recent book is ‘Sacred Misfits” (Red Hen Press) and his latest play, “Beauty Knows No Pain,” opens in November at NYC’s 13th Street Rep Theater. He is a proud member of the Dramatists Guild and PEN American Center.
Frie J. Jacobs is a Belgian visual artist, poet and composer. His 2015 credits include exhibiting at the international Art Festival Watou in Belgium, and the Brussels International Underground Poetry Festival at WIELS (one of the leading institutions for contemporary art in Europe). Along with participation in numerous group and solo art shows, he co-curated Project O, a roofless independent art project. Jacobs also composes music and soundscapes for video, and is a member of the international artist collective, Urban Dialogues.
Two Poems by Dairena Ní Chinnéide
Photography by Dairena Ní Chinnéide
Like shedding skin
fragments are packed up
shards of sanctuary disappear
the cottage dishes are washed
bags negotiate themselves
in a form of farewell.
I sit in this artists retreat
observing beauty peeking out of a Lidil’s bag
almost completed paintings
of a desire
as transitory as the brushstroke
the intentional randomness
of a splattered and empty easel.
Colours echo more than sound
or the potential of memory
from the artistry within us
swallowed gulps of gaiety
a whole moon on a shoulder
the palette of parting
still wet in cracks of stone.
Flying the Coop
in this narrow
I do not inhabit,
conjuring my nest.
by dim light
in my bed,
delves in, I live alone,
The Death of My Wife (After Mei Yaochen)
The year is like a snake,
crawling through a field
tortuously toward its end.
Clouds like trucks roll
across the sky.
Stars burn in the void
of a black night, only to die.
My toenails are as long
as sabers. My hair
falls into my eyes.
Writing a poem is harder
than climbing a mountain,
or drinking from a dry fountain.
My face looks as old
as the Yellow River.
Only two months ago,
I felt like I was twenty-five,
when you were still alive.
Long Exposure Magazine: Front Cover Opportunity
For our next issue, Long Exposure Magazine is seeking photography or visual art based on the theme of ‘Movement’. The representation of movement, such as the play of light, the movement of animals or the actions of figures, have been a long standing preoccupation for the techniques of creative writing and the visual arts. The theme is open to new possibilities and can be interpreted in any way you choose.
A selected image or art work will then be chosen to feature as the front cover of Long Exposure Issue 3. Submissions to: firstname.lastname@example.org
As always, we look forward to viewing your work!
To view the type of work we have featured to date, read our previous issues here.
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Poetry Tutoring Opportunity
For Ezra Pound
il miglior fabbro.
(The better crasftsman.)
– T.S Eliot’s dedication, The Wasteland, 1922.
For some, the act of writing can be seen as highly individual, even solitary in nature.
However, with the amount of participation in creative writing courses of various types over the past several years, there is a definite engagement with the craft of writing, and the social element a course entails. Courses of this type cannot generate publishable work from scratch, but provide a space to present it, nurture interest and confidence, and sharpen talent and direction. We as writers can benefit greatly from this type of creative collaboration, a way of seeing our work from a fresh perspective and pushing its best qualities on to their full potential, much as Eliot and Pound displayed in the dynamics of their relationship.
Long Exposure Magazine’s team is offering rigorous one-on-one support online to provide guidance for poets at any stage of their careers, who are looking for constructive feedback and engaging ways to make further progress with their work.
Tutoring sessions and pricing are highly flexible. If you would like to be involved please send a small sample of your work to: email@example.com. Any further enquiries can be made to the same address. We look forward to hearing from you!
Review: Insatiable Carrot by Judy Kendall
Insatiable Carrot by Judy Kendall (Cinnamon Press, 2015)
For many writers, the garden, as a natural environment partly shaped by the individual’s personality, has maintained a considerable attraction. W.H Auden writes in his poem ‘Moon Landing’, ‘…give me a watered, lively garden, remote from blatherers/about the New’, asserting a preference for the tangible, domestic space in place of man’s progress into new territory. Composed in the latter part of the poet’s life, the simplicity of looking out on a stretch of tended land he could call his own represented a retreat from the accelerated intensity of the modern world. It also provided a security Auden had rarely been afforded, a sense of belonging.
Judy Kendall, in turn, employs her poetry to articulate a connection with the land, how the tactile and physical work of maintaining a garden, and the attention this requires, can be channelled into poetry, and may in fact embody the same characteristics.
The poems form observations of the continuous processes of life happening outside ourselves, from the slow progress of growing vegetables to the shriek of an owl at night. Subsequently, many examples draw from features of the Haiku form, with a focus on individual moments of action or stillness. Movement and a sense of the dynamic are key throughout, with the text moving fluidly over the page, resisting constraints or predictability. Through this, Kendall communicates elements both of her gardening and writing processes, and the essential relationship between them. The division between human activity and the natural world, and the poet’s resistance to this, is succinctly but strikingly probed in the line:
‘garden house divide
as thin as that?’
Throughout there are experiments which offer new challenges to the reader in this immensely varied collection, displaying Kendall’s exploration into the use of visual poetry and typography, and increasing the reader’s engagement, as they become involved in bringing its nuances to the surface. There is a huge creative energy and vibrancy behind the work, and its range is broad, spanning lyric poems, such as traditional sonnets, one or two-line fragments, arrangements with a variety of fonts, and examples where the text is effectively double exposed in appearance, as in ‘A little hedge-cutting?’, where this innovation potentially mimics the vibration of operating an electric hedge trimmer.
As a result, the poems are ambitious in their desire not only to represent experience in language, but to communicate some of the fundamental elements of the activity or object observed through maximising the poems potential, and what can be achieved with the written word on the page. The text works to provide more immediate and multi-sensory data of the experience than a simple re-telling.
In this way the poems, through their innovation, suggest a return to the source, a quest to assist us in remembering our place in the interconnected and co-dependent environments we inhabit.
A selection of Judy Kendall’s work is included in Long Exposure Issue 2, you can access it here.
Purchase a copy of ‘Insatiable Carrot’ here.
Come and See: A New Poem by Marcus Jones
you don’t have to be extreme
to be content,
other forces feed
they build on what has been
and mingle with consent,
then roam the rivers we invent-
using nature and nurture’s seed
to make it grow.
unshade your grey, reclusive hours
and play your made, profusive flowers
all the way:
don’t let regret upset your dream-
it’s all it’s light has been
and make what it empowers
but hark at me!
what i’m sowing
day to day
and yet, i know it’s coming,
comes from going
out of me-
what i don’t make, i borrow-
come and see.
Bio: Strider Marcus Jones is a poet, law graduate and ex civil servant from Salford/Hinckley, England, with proud Celtic roots in Ireland and Wales. A member of The Poetry Society, his five published books of poetry are modern, traditional, mythical, sometimes erotic, surreal and metaphysical http//www.lulu.com/spotlight/stridermarcusjones1. He is a maverick, moving between forests, mountains and cities, playing his saxophone and clarinet in warm solitude. His poetry has been published in numerous journals and anthologies to date.