Sing me a song I know I want to remember my past so in that far off dream when our futures cross I will remember Say to me now the words I long to hear speak them softly for I’ve been listening since the first day of my birth I heard you in some far off dream I can’t remember when but if our futures cross I will remember When all life is gone and the present is the past our future will be a thought that no one remembers.
While the West Kootenay’s black bears spent the fall harvesting salmon, insects and your neighbour’s garbage, the writers and editors for the Black Bear Review have been hard at work gathering literary and artistic sustenance to get you through the winter. This issue will lead you through cardboard doors to a forest of burning paper dolls, it’ll dump you in the river, gasping for breath, and it’ll serenade you with the golden sounds of a dead man’s trumpet. Winter Paws: Vol. 2, Issue 1, is a veritable feast of varied delicacies that we hope you will savour from your respective dens.
Explore the theme of water through word or image and submit your work for publication in our 2018 print magazine!* Water is of major importance to all living things; in some organisms, up to 90% of their body weight comes from water. You may consider these and other questions: What does it mean to live in fluid bodies? How does water connect us? Has a body of water ever meant something to you? How does water’s changing states (rain, snow, ice, cloud, etc.) reflect your own lived experience? Do you swim, ski, skate, paddle, or otherwise navigate watery landscapes? Submission Deadline: January 26, 2018 To Submit: EMAIL submissions to email@example.com see full submission guideline here.
I lost control of my words They were in their order when I left the house but I left the cage unlocked and they got out They shredded the sofa cushions and made for themselves a nest on the floor They seemed so happy there that I nearly forgot to replace them on the page
Under a darkening sky troubles lift as matter lights. I stand stripped, overwhelmed with insignificance Which strangely holds a dangerous power: careless frivolity tending toward self-destruction. But if nothing matters, then surely, in a substantive universe, everything must. And curiously, under that same sky, nihilistic thoughts reverse. And, what responsibility if each action matters; the infinitesimal yielding the biggest bang. So, it is to this infinity, I’ll play my shining best, watchful of each step amid the all and the nothing.