First of all, I would like to extend my gratitude to all my genuine followers who have supported my work in the best possible way over the years and so now I am thrilled to announce that my dear friend Kristiana and I are soon going to start our own collective OLIVE SKINS which is scheduled for June end. This collective will be a collection of all the brave voices out there which often go unheard by others. The aim is to take submissions about mental health, pain, abstract poems, and fiction.
Ink your beautiful words, surreal poetry, prose and fiction through our email. We want raw poetry, no same old cliched romance poetry, if you want to be romantic, show us that in your fierce style! The collective shall be themed base.
Submit your best work, no rhyming poetry, please. We will not accept anything which doesn’t enthrall us at all.
Send your work in a word file only.
If you wish to be a contributing writer please mention the same in the subject of your mail.
Poetry, Prose editor- Devika Mathur
Fiction editor- Kristiana Reed
Submit poetry, prose at email@example.com (send up to 3 pieces)
Send all the short creative/non-creative fiction at firstname.lastname@example.org
Send your work along with a short bio.
Deadline- 30th June
Currently, we shall not pay our contributors but will do our best to promote your work!
Submissions will be open throughout the month of June.
The theme for our first issue – “Loss.”
So let’s get this started and start sending your submissions soon!
Sacrosanct air, violet toes touching , spamming grounds
An eggshell face, with polka-dots
this family is vintage.
With bewildering tales, this air becomes scissor-talks,
A temple is burnt,
A miscarriage occurs,
The soil is pale black, the tremors are afraid
to knock the window pane.
You and I see this
We carry the stimuli of paranoia.
Splinters of forgotten prayers are stuck
to this void eye
Your brown eye,
my black eye,
What aftermath we plan?
Here, a lizard is awakened to walk across the parched souls
Here, a coffin is opened.
So we plan to walk into the land of oblivion words
where Grey- is the colour.
From a dark hole, no light can be seen.
Darkness eats darkness, to produce more of it.
Sustenance in the trunk of tree
or sustenance in the thunderstorms
will make your body and mind a living zombie
Caricatures shall be burned
smokes, ashes and grave.
Floating fingers, aerial flaps of thigh
hunting red eyes, covetous palm
For jealousy is a disease
In the blues of water,
poke your dizzy reflection— what do you see?
Take a conscious step further,
graphite earthworms shall stick to your sole,
paralysis of mind, paralysis of the heart,
Sickness will eat you like a fire spread
Dead trees also cool down, after the smoke is extinguished.
I am no summer breeze. Neither I am a warm blanket to provide that yearning, surreal warmth.
My own soul is shivering, heart sees cracks here and there, Irrevocable my tears are on this pillow.
Fierce, ghost-like shadows perching on my knee joints,
It hurts. It hurts my paradise dreams.
And you say I am ignorant about the moon and its dark howl.