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 […]
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‘Judy Kendall 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 channeled into poetry, and may in fact embody the same characteristics.’
‘You don’t have to be extreme
to be content…’
‘What is the answer
To that ancient problem?
Rain against glass,
The gutter’s low-
throated street song;
Bio: an’ya is the haigo (haiku nom de plume) of Andja Petrovic. an’ya loosely translates to “a peaceful light in the moonless night.”
Submissions are now open for our third issue! So far, the magazine has been fortunate enough to engage with and publish fascinating collaborations between creative writing and the visual arts, and we continue our interest in this type of project, whatever media is involved. We are always open to new projects being brought to our […]
‘The great wheel of Dharma
drums rend the earth and heavens
mendicants pray for alms
pigeons feed on scattered corn
visitors click endless images…’
The new edition of Long Exposure Magazine is ready! Featuring an internationally diverse range of creative work in a variety of forms. Access it here: http://joom.ag/g6Ob Please enjoy the issue and share! Support Long Exposure on social media: Facebook: Long Exposure Magazine Twitter: @longexposuremagazine
The second issue of Long Exposure Magazine will be made available online from this Friday, 19th June. The edition is focused on a variety of eastern poetic and artistic forms, and features the collaborative work of Ron Rosenstock and Gabriel Rosenstock, combining haiku and photography, a sequence based on the art of Hiroshige, several examples […]
But the house’s heart is dark and sweet
with sage and lavender, with the scent of grass and lake
protecting its guests from the hot wind, the drought,
and the smoke to the water’s edge.
‘The optimism you had –
being an old man
with crippling arthritis –
for life, health,
the beauty and vigour it could afford….’
foirfe amach is amach – ciúnas an laindéir ar a chrúca utterly perfect – the silence of a lantern on its hook Gabriel Rosenstock (Composition in Irish Gaelic and English) まこと見事な― フックにかかった ランプの沈黙 Mariko Sumikura (Japanese Translation)
Negro Quarter, Tupelo, Mississippi, March 1936 The barn-slab of board and batten must be a house: tin roof propped above the porch, four over four window, wood shingles clumsy as a mouthful of store-bought teeth. The whole thing slants to the left, toward a courthouse white against white sky. The slim black man in neat […]
Provisional cover for the upcoming issue, featuring Haiga art work by Gabriel Rosenstock and Ion Codrescu. Submissions for our Eastern poetic forms specialism as well as other textual and visual work remain open. See our submissions guidelines for further details.
Parental Love My mother has two monikers for her firstborn. Some days, she will call out: “Oh, my dots?” My Daughts. Most days, it’s “my somping!” My something. Please don’t ask where these names came. We fall, or should I say I fall into laughter every time I hear the second one. My father is […]
A high vantage point; The sea’s sheet of blue linen Stretched between sparse trees.
Waves within earshot; Often, at the end of land We find belonging. Haiku and photography by Daniel Williams.
The Haiku Edition The Haiku has become a widely used daily exercise to keep us working with language, its syllabics offering the challenge of condensing and paring back an observation or train of thought to its essentials. It is also a form which connects with common place or spontaneous observations, such as those on a […]
The first full edition of Long Exposure is now available online: http://joom.ag/3U8b Long Exposure on Social Media: Facebook: Long Exposure Magazine Twitter: @longexposuremagazine Many thanks as always to our contributors and readers!
With the argument he resumes Before the next harsh pull, An ashen trail lengthens On the vinyl top. The cigarette shortens to a stump. Poem by Daniel Williams.
It has been a longer process than expected, but the first full digital edition of Long Exposure Magazine is nearing release. Many thanks to our contributors both for their submissions and their patience. Response to the project has been incredibly strong; it was highly gratifying to see the number of writers and readers with interests in […]
I cannot find myself in a threatening form with bird’s head. I stand naked on a beach. I was of two selves and met my other self walking towards me down a familiar street. Art’s created from heart’s blood. I paint Self Portrait in Hell, a blood vessel bursts in my eye. My relationship with […]
‘It sits in your studio, in water
this piece of another world,
this slice of not-so-still life
you dug with your spade…’
you can almost hear a siren’s distant howl his cigarette is fresh and will take a while to smoke – she will stand and wait for an answer their window is closed against the night air, noise and car fumes – they prefer their own temperatures and aromas, half undressed or dressed her perfume stronger; […]
The label on my suitcase … … reminds me I do not belong. Outside, sky darkens over a line of could-be-anywhere mountains. Electric light casts shadows around plain walls, plain carpet, plain curtains; and the chair with no cushion where I drop my wrap; perch on the king-size bed, careful not to rumple its dull […]
The lighthouse suggests; A shoreline’s solidity, The firmness of stone. Photography and Haiku by Daniel Williams.
A town scrutinised Through the arch’s crafted wound; A mouth opening. Photography and Haiku by Daniel Williams.
This pocket mirror from across the Pacific closes like a clam to hide its pearly finger-prints. It fears it will forget the green rice fields, rice cakes, burnt rice-water, jumbled, jingling, jabbering street markets and song birds. It is caged now, and so it closes. When I pry it open it reflects only my own […]
Aged 15, I was chosen with others, all worthy, serious and well mannered, to accompany the harvest produce to a hospital for ex servicemen – The Star and Garter, Richmond Hill. A girls’ school with a thousand pupils must have given a lot of marrows and such – I don’t remember much of that. We’re […]
In our dampened lake-side spot, hidden by a ceiling of ashen pines, we stuffed ourselves inside our souls to fall in love. In a bed of earth, of ice, and frozen land, we found a chilled delirium, light above the stratosphere, propelling upward, unhinged within a hell we called our heaven. With coffee mugs colder […]