For NaPoMo, Publishing Announcements, More Coming


Here we are approaching the middle of National Poetry Month and so I’ve decided to break my recent silent streak, starting with a few publication notes, finding timespace thereafter to focus on a selection of the many amazing poets who inspired me.

In publishing notes, my ghazal “The Body’s Hospitality” was published in the February edition of South Florida Poetry Journal, known to fans as SoFloPoJo. Just scroll down to my name; and I’m delighted to have been included among such fine poets as Dorianne Laux and Maura Stanton.

My sonnet “The Departure” was also published on the Better than Starbucks website as well as in the anthology/ print version of the issue, which covers the entire site including many different sections of poetry, as well as reviews, nonfiction and fiction.

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Holiday Surprise!! “The Chained Muse” Publishes My Ghazal

The formal poetry website The Chained Muse has published my ghazal “The Triumph of Roses” (reprint) on Christmas Day, a gift and also an auspicious shot of luck for 2019. This link will bring you the Roses Ghazal and also give you my ghazal “In Egypt” with a wonderful and appropriate photo, published there last October. This is an up-and-coming venue for formal poetry. Please check it out!!

November Blitz: Three Journals Live with My Poems

November has started out as a busy month for my poetry publications, with three fabulous journals publishing multiple poems each, all now live online for November.

Otoliths, “a magazine of many e-things,” publishes experimental poetry of many varieties with an impressively large volume of work, making it an unusual venue for me, but a good home for these particular 3 poems, one of which is entitled “Ode to Ancient Astronaut Theorists.”

Mojave He(art) is a desert themed journal which, although relatively new, already shows promise with fine poetry, creative nonfiction, fiction, and photography that is a cut above. So I am happy to have three poems in its November issue, which explore the desert theme with the Apollo moon landing, a ghazal about longing and time, and a prose poem in a Middle East setting. (Scroll down to my name to find separate links for each poem.)

And last but definitely not least is the vital and unique online zine Anti-Heroin Chic, where two of my poems have been published, each about very different kinds of love.

Please check out all three places, where you’re likely to find much to enjoy!

June Ghazal Page Up with 3 of my Ghazals!


The new June Ghazal Page is online with three of my ghazals!! Please check it out. The Ghazal Page specializes in publishing English languages ghazals in both traditional and experimental forms, as well as somewhere in between. Worth your while to read the whole issue.

Allison Joseph: Taking on Both Racism and Sexism

International Women’s Day this year, galvanized by the misogyny of President Trump, showed the world a powerful presentation of the importance of women and their essential contributions, calling for both recognition and justice in so many ways.

At the same time, just last month, the shortest month of the year, was Black History Month, for which I barely found enough time to do a few posts, despite that even a 31-day month would not be sufficient time to do bring up a tenth of the poets we need to hear about. One important poet being Allison Joseph.

Allison Joseph’s poetry addresses both concerns: that of racism and its insidious dehumanization of people of color, and civil rights, and that of women’s rights and the fight to be respected and given their due. Here are two strong poems demonstrating what a strong voice she is indeed on both issues.

SUNDOWN GHAZAL

By Allison Joseph

A sundown town was a town, city or neighborhood that was purposely all-white. The term came from signs that were allegedly posted stating that people of color had to leave the town by sundown. They are also sometimes known as “sunset towns” or “gray towns.” The highest proportion of confirmed sundown towns were in the state of Illinois — Wikipedia

Don’t show your face in a sundown town,
or forget your race in a sundown town.

What ancient shame flushes my cheeks?
Reminded of my place in a sundown town.

“How’d you get so good-looking?” said with a wink.
Old white man loves my grace in a sundown town.

Lost in a neighborhood where dogs snap chains,
my body’s a dark space in a sundown town.

Shotguns, gun racks, Dixie stickers, rusted trucks.
Should I stray, armed with mace, in a sundown town?

Crimes thrive in black, white, every grade between.
Are you just another case in a sundown town?

Kink of your hair, curl of your lip,
be careful who you embrace in a sundown town.

State police, city cops, small-town hired hands.
All give chase in a sundown town.

Burned houses, riddled with junk and meth.
Hatred creeps its petty pace in a sundown town.

Black father, white mother, coffee-colored daughter.
What can love erase in a sundown town?

Rivers, tires, bodies—a confluence that cannot hide.
Hard not to leave a trace in a sundown town.

And here, first published on the PBS website:

Kitchen

By Allison Joseph

I remember this as her kitchen,
the one room in our house where no one
questioned my mother’s authority—
her cast iron pots bubbling over
on the stove, cracked tea cups
in the sink. How I hated
the difficult oven always hanging
off its hinges, so loose a clothes hanger
rigged it shut, gas range whose flames
leapt beneath fingers when I turned
its knobs too quickly, floor tile
that never came clean no matter
how much dirt I swept from its
cracks. This was her domain—
kitchen for frying fish
and stewing chicken, for rice
and peas, plantains and yams,
for grease and hot sauce and seasoned salt.
Only she could make that faulty
oven door stay, only she could master
the fickle flames of the rangetop,
only she could make those worn dishes
and chipped plates fill a table
with food so rich and hot
my father could not complain.
And though I am her daughter, this house
no longer hers, her body deep in holy ground,
I know she’d want me to save all this—
decades of platters and saucers, plates,
glasses—every chipped cup, tarnished fork.

Ghazal “Hello Aleppo” on New Verse News

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In response to the tragedy of Aleppo, Syria, my ghazal “Hello, Aleppo” is up today on New Verse News. Thanks to editor James Penha who does such excellent work at NVN!

Two Best of the Net Nominations!!

Two outstanding publications which have published work of mine, Autumn Sky Poetry Daily and Sukoon Magazine, have each nominated a poem of mine for Best of the Net. I’m completely overwhelmed and honored by this, both wonderful venues I regularly read for their fantastic work.

Autumn Sky, a must-read for me every morning, nominated “The Year of the Dragon,” a ghazal, for which I am so grateful to editor Christine Klocek-Lim. Sukoon, an Arab-themed magazine with high-quality, moving work including such luminaries as Naomi Shihab Nye and Zeina Hashem-Beck, nominated “The Word for Dawn.” From Cloud 9, my huge gratitude to editor Rewa Zeinati. Thrilled and grateful, yes!! Cheers to all the winners from both venues: what an honor to be among them.

Five Poems in the Ghazal Page Fauna Issue

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The Ghazal Page Issue 59, Fauna Challenge (see Fauna Photo above), is now live with five of my ghazals (4 never published before) here. Of course, you should check out the whole issue, which is well worth your time. Enjoy!

New Ghazal on Autumn Sky

My ghazal “The Year of the Dragon” is live today on autumnskypoetrydaily.com! It’s all about the dragon and, as you might expect (don’t ask why), very very cosmic.