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Oct 9

editor's notes

Updated: Nov 1

A good half of writing consists of being sufficiently sensitive to the moment to reach for the next promise which is usually hidden in some word or phrase just a shift to the side of one's conscious intent. – Norman Mailer


 

We're celebrating our 5th year and what an issue!


Really, it's a double issue–the regular monthly submissions and the top 25 submissions from the 2024 Charles Simic Prize for Poetry.

We started working on it in the spring when the Simic submissions started showing up, more than 350 of them. Editors went to work with the difficult task of whittling those submissions down to 25 to send along to this year's judge, Dana Levin.

And then the regular submission arrived. This is just to say we've been busy.

I believe poetry, fiction, art of all kinds serves as a firewall that can keep us from the hatred, anger, violence, racism, sexism we all deal or try to deal with every day. It's space to breathe and maybe find joy.

It's my hope that this collection gives that joy to you.

 

$556.37, Herman Melville's total earnings from American sales of Moby Dick.

 

Here's the location of every reader over the last 365 days.



As with every issue, I give thanks to the hard-working crew down at Hole In The Headquarters: Bill Burtis, Nancy Jean Hill, Marilyn A. Johnson, Jere DeWaters, Michael Hettich, Tom Bruton, and Mike Bove.


Special thanks to photographer Ed Valfre for providing the timely cover and to Dana Levin for selecting our Simic Prize winner.


I have scoured every name, every punctuation mark, every line break in every poem....and still I know those pesky typos, misspells, and quirky formatting issues are lurking. Think of this as an old Persian rug, most beautiful because of its flaws. And when you find one please let me know and I'll try to mend it. editor@holeintheheadreview.com.


One last thing. While you CAN view Hole In The Head on your phone, it's really not designed for that. For the full experience, please view on a computer screen or, even better, on a tablet.


We'll be back on Groundhog Day. Stay safe, be optimistic, grateful, and don't stop working for the good of all. And, as Kris Kristofferson said to Sinéad O'Connor, don't let the bastards get you down.

 

What I've been listening to:



 





Oct 9

table of contents

Updated: Nov 1

Volume 5, Number 4


 

Iqra Kahn (poem withdrawn)

 
 

The time of minor poets is coming. Good-by Whitman, Dickinson, Frost. Welcome you whose fame will never reach beyond your closest family, and perhaps one or two good friends gathered after dinner over a jug of fierce red wine… While the children are falling asleep and complaining about the noise you’re making as you rummage through the closets for your old poems, afraid your wife might’ve thrown them out with last spring’s cleaning.

It’s snowing, says someone who has peeked into the dark night, and then he, too, turns toward you as you prepare yourself to read, in a manner somewhat theatrical and with a face turning red, the long rambling love poem whose final stanza (unknown to you) is hopelessly missing.

–Charles Simic, from The World Doesn't End



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