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09/20/2022
The Tower represents moments of us being shattered by what is familiar. These moments represent the inevitable reality clawing us and ultimately shedding the truth we've set for ourselves. Although intimidating, the setbacks that this brings do not leave us desolate, but it allows us to be refreshed and brought with an opportunity to be renewed and rebuilt for the better.
Issue 19: The Tower brings you stories of nostalgia, unlearning, and rebuilding all still in the forms of arts, literature, and other oddities.
The Tower represents moments of us being shattered by what is familiar. These moments represent the inevitable reality clawing us and ultimately shedding the truth we've set for ourselves. Although intimidating, the setbacks that this brings do not leave us desolate, but it allows us to be refreshed and brought with an opportunity to be renewed and rebuilt for the better.
Issue 19: The Tower brings you stories of nostalgia, unlearning, and rebuilding all still in the forms of arts, literature, and other oddities.
We officially close our submissions bucket as we proceed toward the production of Issue 19: The Tower.
Before we get busy with the production, please join us in helping define our upcoming theme.
07/28/2022
A succumbing nightmare of creativity amidst the plane of imagination.
We call for every artist out there to submit their work with us for our upcoming September Issue: The Tower.
Issue 19: The Tower - It's hard to unlearn the familiar, but it may be the only way to uncover the truth and remove the mask of illusion. An awakening.
See the complete submission guidelines on our website. Send queries and submissions to [email protected]
The deadline for submissions is on August 15, 2022
07/25/2022
"But I'm not sorry that I can't always be her, your exciting lover,
there are times, I become the asbestos of my house,
tolerating the fires of my father’s addiction
from turning my home into stumps of sober ash."—Joanna George, I'm Sorry, Issue 18: Convalescence
“Charm is simply a matter of being yourself. Your uniqueness is your power.”
― Keith Ferrazzi
Submit your stories of awakening in forms of poetry, prose, arts, and other oddities. Message us or email at [email protected].
07/21/2022
“I am proud that I defy your categories. I am proud that I don't fit easily into any box. I am proud of all the things I am and all the things i can be. Question yourself every time you think you only see one thing in me.”
― David Levithan, Wide Awake
Submit your stories of awakening in forms of poetry, prose, arts, and other oddities. Message us or email at [email protected].
07/19/2022
“Tevin and Alex sat side by side at Trudy’s cafe. His former boss bared his heart and soul on the subject of mental illness, sharing that his own mother, now deceased, was also schizophrenic”— Samara Doumnade, Paranoia at Work, Issue 18: Convalescence
“I believe one has to escape oneself to discover oneself.”
― Rabih Alameddine, I, The Divine: A Novel in First Chapters
Submit your stories of awakening in forms of poetry, prose, arts, and other oddities. Message us or email at [email protected].
07/15/2022
“With the awakening of his emotions, his first perception was a sense of futility, a dull ache at the utter grayness of his life.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tales from the Jazz Age
Submit your stories of awakening in forms of poetry, prose, arts, and other oddities. Message us or email at [email protected].
07/14/2022
“When one realises one is asleep, at that moment one is already half-awake.”
― P.D. Ouspensky
Submit your stories of awakening in forms of poetry, prose, arts, and other oddities. Message us or email at [email protected].
07/13/2022
Lack of Being Seen, or Heard
And Everything in between with Words
Is my True Bane, Ultimate Hurt, Pang
—Stephanie Adams, Ex-Communicated - The Futile Battle of Acknowledged Growth, Issue 18: Convalescence
“Who hasn't asked himself, am I a monster or is this what it means to be human?”
― Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star
Submit your stories of awakening in forms of poetry, prose, arts, and other oddities. Message us or email at [email protected].
07/10/2022
“Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness.”
― Poppy Z.Brite
Submit your stories of awakening in forms of poetry, prose, arts, and other oddities. Message us or email at [email protected].
07/09/2022
My excitement comes
From standing above
The busted shower drain
And smelling
Pepper
Cooking below
There’s no point
In that
. . . . . .
I’ll use cursive and
Mind my weight “
As boys do
— Sam Taylor, It’s. Split
Issue 18: Convalescence is FREE. Link in Bio
Submit your stories of awakening in forms of poetry, prose, arts, and other oddities. Message us or email at [email protected].
07/08/2022
“Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness.”
― Poppy Z.Brite
Submit your stories of awakening in forms of poetry, prose, arts, and other oddities. Message us or email at [email protected].
07/06/2022
“Do you know what it’s like to lose your family? I don’t mean it literally, of course, but you gotta understand doc, they’re not the same people. ” — Matt Surface, One Giant Leap
Submit your stories of awakening in forms of poetry, prose, arts, and other oddities. Message us or email at [email protected].
07/04/2022
07/02/2022
“Do they even wish to journey on or even care of what they once had?
Is the real road less traveled the one that leads back to this loving crossroad?” —Kyle Hilsey, Response to Frost
If I took a hatchet to my skull
The matter would be pinkish, white
A cotton candied paintbrush swirling
Chemical hues on spongy palettes—Louis Efron, Cracked
I think of the colorful petals from her infanthood now filling the wooden casket –
bridging the space between death and life,
those petals as if spun on a color ring at the speed of light,— J. George, Petals
“We were having a grand old time throwing a Frisbee, and feeling quite superior to all our classmates stuck in a big brick building on this glorious summerlike day. Until the police showed up.”—Michael Cibeno, Top Of The World
“I disappointed you, I know, like I disappointed everyone else. I won’t blame you if you disappear, too. You’d have every reason to. Cowards don’t deserve even a prayer.”— Veronica De Simone, Coffee Break
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06/21/2022
“Gray people walk with gray souls
gray smiles, gray tears, gray laughs linger in the faces of the children with gray hearts” — Syeda Anika Mansur, Men Also Cry
We dedicate this day to expressing our appreciation toward the writers, poets, and artists who contributed to Issue 18: Convalescence.
Learn more about us by visiting our website at newreadermagazine.com
06/18/2022
“...I still dream
about the shadow's faint voice outside my
door — baritone with a rasp. Allure the spectral
monarch in; the right smile can recall
time immemorial.”— Jane Wang
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06/17/2022
"I’ll keep in touch, writing to you every month.
The flowers were never bothered way out here.
Go back there, where we used to play." — Megan Luebberman
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06/17/2022
Thank you, Louis! 🙏😊
Louis Efron’s writing has been featured in Forbes, Huffington Post, Chicago Tribune, and over 100 other national and global publications.
Issue 18: Convalescence coming this 15th.
06/15/2022
Convalescence deals with the time one has spent in recuperation. It eases the unpleasant experiences and allows the flesh to mend the wounds. A remarkable experience and a gradual reinforcement of the mind, body, and soul.
New Reader Magazine continues the year 2022 with stories of hurting, healing, and recovery.
Louis Efron’s writing has been featured in Forbes, Huffington Post, Chicago Tribune, and over 100 other national and global publications.
Issue 18: Convalescence coming this 15th.
06/12/2022
Happy Sunday, Everyone!
Rest well as you are about to welcome another week.
“Prompts help a lot. I have a little plastic container filled with words that I sometimes use when I’m stuck. I’ll pull a word and use it as a jumping-off point.”
Definitely a unique way of stimulating creativity, Leah!
Leah Mueller is a published writer and spoken word performer whose works have been in several publications. You read more about her at www.leahmueller.org.
Expect to see her on Issue 18: Convalescence. Coming this 15th.
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The other day, I met—well, not really, I just saw one of his videos—Johann Hari. He wrote a book called Lost Connections, where he uncovers causes of depression and anxiety. He points out that in the early stages of mankind, humans were able to survive and thrive in the wilderness, not because they were any bigger or any smarter than all the other animals, but because humans were good at working together and communicating with one another as a tribe.
Now I won’t say that this generation isn’t constantly communicating with one another—I mean, we can even be obsessed with it! I just think that it’s easy to miss out on opportunities or decline human connection because of so many distractions from streaming sites, social media, video games, etc. I’m not saying they’re bad because I’m always grateful for it. Without these inventions I wouldn’t be able to reach the artists I’ve talked to or the talented contributors, and well—you! This online publication brings us closer, and makes us grow familiar with each other even without meeting in person.
I think that’s what this quarter is all about—the things we miss out on all the time, but always had right in front of us. I must say that this quarter was fun to make. It was a bit longer, and the process was more patient compared to the others we’ve had. It took its time, and took a lot of effort in listening and observing, carefully trying its best to get a message across.
And alas, the message is here, so thank you for being our dear reader.
Karen Anderson-Singer, the artist behind Tiny Doors ATL is with us this quarter, and I’m excited for you guys to read and get to know her! And just like last year, we have new music for you. Two bands—The Metro Fantastic and Intertwined—join us this issue, and share songs that will undoubtedly be part of New Reader Mixtape 2020—The Pandemic Playlist? Ha-ha!
We’ll think of a better name.
In the meantime, here’s Hiding in Plain Sight. I hope you enjoy the stories, the poetry (there’s a lot), the people, and of course, the adopted artworks!
On behalf of the team and the contributors, thank you for being part of another quarter. Despite the challenges, it’s nice to know you’re there and supporting the world of arts and literature. Stay safe, dear readers!
– K
P.S
We have a new layout artist. Welcome to the team, Nel!
April 23 — SHAKESPEARE DAY
Enjoy the day in the best possible way — by watching his popular plays, talking like his characters, and even trying to dress in attire from that era!
A Fairy Song by William Shakespeare
Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire!
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon's sphere;
And I serve the Fairy Queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green;
The cowslips tall her pensioners be;
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours;
In those freckles live their savours;
I must go seek some dewdrops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
A Light exists in Spring
Not present on the Year
At any other period –
When March is scarcely here.
A Color stands abroad
On Solitary Fields
That Science cannot overtake
But Human Nature feels.
It waits upon the Lawn,
It shows the furthest Tree
Upon the furthest Slope you know
It almost speaks to you.
Then as Horizons step
Or Noons report away
Without the Formula of sound
It passes and we stay –
A quality of loss
Affecting our Content
As Trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a Sacrament. — A Light Exists in Spring by Emily Dickinson
‘Spring‘ by William Blake — in Songs of Innocence in 1789
Sound the flute!
Now it’s mute!
Bird’s delight,
Day and night,
Nightingale,
In the dale,
Lark in sky,—
Merrily,
Merrily merrily, to welcome in the year.
Little boy,
Full of joy;
Little girl,
Sweet and small;
C**k does crow,
So do you;
Merry voice,
Infant noise;
Merrily, merrily, to welcome in the year.
Little lamb,
Here I am;
Come and lick
My white neck;
Let me pull
Your soft wool;
Let me kiss
Your soft face;
Merrily, merrily, to welcome in the year.
April 17 — International Haiku Poetry Day
Create your own Haiku to celebrate today's event!
In the moonlight’ by Yosa Buson
In the moonlight,
The color and scent of the wisteria
Seems far away.
‘Loveliest of Trees, the Cherry Now’ by A. E. Housman
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.
Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.
And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.
“One may deal with things without love...but you cannot deal with men without it...It cannot be otherwise, because natural love is the fundamental law of human life.”
