Author: phoebejournal

Sardines Can14

Alicja Kozlowska is a textile artist living in Poland. She creates 3D embroidered felt sculptures of everyday objects drawing inspiration from the reality that surrounds us, consumerism and everyday...

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Roundel Bows

Kim Rae Taylor is a visual artist and educator. She currently serves as associate professor of fine art for the University of Cincinnati Clermont College. She received her MFA from the College of...

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The Long Afternoon

Kate Peper is excited by gardens of all kinds, in whatever state of glory or disrepair, being naturally drawn to the push and pull between extreme dark and light, natural and man-made objects....

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Untitled

Despy Boutris has had writing published in Copper Nickel, American Poetry Review, TheGettysburg Review, Colorado Review, Prairie Schooner, and elsewhere. Currently, she serves as poetry editor for...

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Sabrina Orah Mark Judges 2021 Greg Grummer Poetry Contest

Judge: Sabrina Orah Mark Deadline: March 15, 2021, at 11:59 pm Prize: $500 and publication in phoebe 50.2 (online issue) Entry Fee: $7 Submission Size: 3 to 5 poems per submission, totaling no more...

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Danielle Evans Judges 2021 Fiction Contest

Judge: Danielle Evans Deadline: March 15, 2021, at 11:59 pm Prize: $500 and publication in phoebe 50.2 (online issue) Entry Fee: $7 Submission Size: 1 piece per submission, follow general submissions...

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Lilly Dancyger Judges 2021 Nonfiction Contest

Judge: Lilly Dancyger Deadline: March 15, 2021, at 11:59 pm Prize: $500 and publication in phoebe 50.2 (online issue) Entry Fee: $7 Submission Size: 1 piece per submission, follow general submissions...

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Phoebe’s Body at 50: A Letter from the Editors

Phoebe’s first issue, published in 1972, opens with a poem by Mary Anna Dunn titled, “Firstborn, or the Table,” which stamps the page with the birth, on said table, of “a child’s bloody...

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Leopard

Richard Shannon heart deep in hunger an aged leopard, haunted by the fear it sowed in its prey,sun weary, reclines on the river’s edge moonlight wreathes his heart with the golden image...

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Firstborn, or, the Table

Mary Anna Dunn My heels are strapped in etherized stirrupsand my feelings float around —while a dilated moon brings the high tidecrashing to shore andback out again, I hear scissors cut...

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