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- Sean Thomas Dougherty, “Tears for Saint Catherine,” in All You Ask for is Longing (2014)
- Sean Thomas Dougherty, "Tears for Saint Catherine," in All You Ask for is Longing (2014)
It’s difficult to explain what exactly 9/11 has meant to me over the past 13 years. I’ve felt pride, and I’ve felt anger. I’ve cried for friends I’ve lost. I’ve reflected and written about it in my journal nearly every year. But when I hear the words--nine, eleven--it is not thoughts or even distinct feelings that flood my mind. It is the brief moments along the journey since that day:
It’s the friends’ weddings that quickly followed 9/11, the weddings before reporting for duty in a nation at war. It is honoring the memory of one friend who introduced me to Metallica, the friend who would get up extra-early and talk about how much he loved his girlfriend, how much he wanted to marry her.
It’s the senior year biology class spent debating whether or not there would be a draft and the looks on the boys’ faces as we talked--some philosophical, some resolved, some scared.
A haiku from the article: If Scotland Goes, Then Britain Too?
It's always about power.
We have received our first couple of submissions for the project! We will be posting these to the front page, and they will also be collected at the link in the side bar:
Keep them coming!
Send in your War.
Your writing your poems your remembrances. It being the anniversary of Sept. 11th, we should recognize all aspects of this mess we find ourselves in.
We will collect and post.
Who knows, maybe we'll do a special issue.
Send them to: thenobsreview+war@gmail.com as an attachment. Keep it under 750 words.
We will keep taking submissions through December 31.
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NDT Know of What he Speaks.
- from Frank Bidart's "For the AIDS Dead" in Metaphysical Dog: Poems
Putting together the August issue
This belongs here.
ELEVEN STARS OVER ANDALUSIA by mahmoud darwish at IT’S GET BETTER on 20 july 2014, during the first 2014 massacre in shejiya
Listen. Listen.
- from "Working on Mars" by Ian T. Couch in the August issue of No Bullshit Review
We're looking for a Cover image for the next issue. B&W.
Send it to us: Submissions
Find all the bios, excerpts, and goodies for the August 2014 issue here! Click the title of the post!
Alejandro Escudé is the winner of the 2012 Sacramento Poetry Center Award. His winning manuscript, My Earthbound Eye, was published in September 2013. He received a master’s degree in creative writing from U.C. Davis and teaches high school English in Santa Monica, California. He is also a recent Pushcart Prize nominee and, among other journals, his poems have appeared in California Quarterly, Main Street Rag, Phoebe, Poet Lore, Rattle, as well as in an anthology entitled How to Be This Man, published by Swan Scythe Press. Originally from Argentina, he lives with his wife and two kids in Los Angeles, California. You can find more information about him and his work on alejandroescude.com.
Thomas Kearnes holds an MA in Screenwriting from the University of Texas at Austin. His two collections are "Pretend I'm Not Here" (Musa Publishing) and "Promiscuous" (JMS Publishing). His fiction has appeared in Litro, The Adroit Journal, The Ampersand Review, PANK, Word Riot, Eclectica, SmokeLong Quarterly, wigleaf, Storyglossia, A cappella Zoo, Spork, The Pedestal, Digital Americana Magazine and elsewhere. His work has also appeared in several LGBT venues, such as Diverse Voices Quarterly, Diverse Arts Project, Educe Journal, and the Best Gay Stories series. He is studying to become a drug dependency counselor. He lives near Houston.