Calypso Editions

Our reading period is now open! You can review our guidelines at our website. We look forward to reading your manuscripts. Submissions Guidelines: calypsoeditions.org/submit/

Calypso Editions - Deadline Extended for Submissions of Full Manuscripts - mailchi.mp/8292b8b1f51d/a…

Don’t forgot our open reading period starts tomorrow! calypsoeditions.org/submit/

Jennifer Minniti- Shippey is a published author & Director @CIAC_LA & will be performing at ‘The Time Before Now’ @ElectricJenny Book Tickets & more info at ciacla.com/poetry Tnx to @culture_ireland @poetryireland @BrinkerhoffPoem @IrelandinLA @CalypsoEditions

Make sure to stop by! We can’t wait to see you all 💙

Announcing CIACLA's Spring Showcase! - A celebration of Irish Creativity, Poetry & Film! Join us on April 14th for 3 exciting events! Our Creative Network! 'The Time Before Now' with live poetry! And CIACLA's Irish Film Showcase LA! Sign Up: ciacla.com/spring

Join us on April 14th for ‘The Time Before Now’ Featuring live readings & a series of poetry films from writers presenting new & innovative work that challenges, expands, & offers ways to reconsider our own understanding of memory. Tickets: ciacla.com/poetry

Calypso Editions - AWP 2022 and Call for Submissions - mailchi.mp/f8c830e675ce/a…

📢 Announcement 📢 Mark your calendars and polish your manuscripts because Calypso Editions is having an open reading period! It will be open from April 1st to June 1st. Click the link to learn more! calypsoeditions.org/submit/

Every day is a memorial day Turn on the light it's enough to turn on the light it's enough When you come back from work The darkness, before it disappears, is a little worried --Lesyk Panasiuk, tr. from Ukrainian

Mind blown by this Muriel Rukeyser:

“A hundred nights await you, and a hundred nights have died. You hover in between” Vasyl Stus from “A Stranger Lives My Life and Wears My Body” Translated from the Ukrainian by Alan Zhukovski poetryinternationalonline.com/poems/a-strang…

Ah, flesh, technoflesh, // there are two kinds of people. Hot with mixed / light, drunk on insult. You and me. from ‘Postfeminism’ by @brendashaughnes

The migrant feminist studies other people’s histories of themselves, because what one cannot have, one cherishes. The migrant feminist makes no claims on land. The migrant feminist makes love to hyperbole. from ‘Manifest’ by @freedewi

but a poem can love            like hold you and scold you at the same time a poem can rip away the untruths that have cocooned us a poem can make you butterfly            not fly                       you already fly from ‘what can a poem do?’ by @DariusVDaughtry

“did anyone die or is everyone alive and kicking only frightened that there is no more peaceful life perhaps war happens and the laws of war are a cruel thing” Boris Khersonsky tr. Olga Livshin & Andrew Janco from “Words for War: New Poems from Ukraine” bit.ly/3tiFDBG

I am not silent, I can’t keep quiet Like the dead beneath the dirt In the midst of this sweet world. from ‘Contentment’ by Rüştü Onur, tr. by Hüseyin Alhas & Ulaş Özgün

For every birthday, a new notebook would appear wrapped tightly with a bow. I would bury my nose inside it as if the pages would write themselves with my breath. The pages I'd fill with words my young tongue was too knotted to express. from ‘Mother of Letters’ by @tiananob

Wow wow this poem by the incredible @ghazalblues—what a way to wake up

I am an instrument in the shape    of a woman trying to translate pulsations    into images    for the relief of the body    and the reconstruction of the mind. from ‘Planetarium’ by Adrienne Rich