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Monday Musings: Poetry sites to visit or submit your work to

As noted in previous posts, there are plenty of great poetry sites out there to browse, get ideas from, or submit your own material to: https://zumpoems.com/2025/10/14/poetry-publications/ I have also mentioned Chill Subs and Duotrope as easy-to-use resources to discover poetry journals.

I want to call out one site I have not mentioned previously — great for browsing, sparking creative ideas for your own poems, and submitting poems that would be thoughtfully reviewed and not automatically rejected because they don’t align with current MFA biases. This site effectively curates material to provide a good dose of optimism, focusing on “exploring themes of joy, healing, and the sacred in everyday life.” The editor of the site has been voted one of the top ten editors by users of Chill Subs: https://www.chillsubs.com/lists/great-editors-2025, and Duotrope has also featured an interview with this editor: https://duotrope.com/interview/editor/38154/feed-the-holy. The editor also has other duties (editor of Masticadores USA), which she excels at.

The site is Feed the Holly, located at https://feedthehol.blogspot.com/ and edited by Barbara Leonhard. Feed the Holly currently accepts reprints and poems previously shared on blogs. Back in 2024, Barbara provided some useful insight on her launch of Feed the Holy: https://extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog/2024/11/13/feed-the-holy-a-new-literary-ezine/

Another site that focuses on positive poetry and accepts reprints and blog posts is Euonia Review founded and edited by Ian Chung: https://eunoiareview.wordpress.com/

For those that write in or love to read contemporary formal verse, I highly recommend The Society of Classical Poets whose chief editor is Evan Mantyk

Still another website that accepts blog posts and reprints is Edge of Humanity Magazine: https://edgeofhumanity.com/ Editor and curator extraordinaire Joelcy Kay takes this one step further and uses this journal to promote individual contributors’ websites. All of these sites include a link to your website (what is termed backlinks and which help visibility of your site in search engine and AI queries), but Edge of Humanity includes other information that will help drive traffic to your website, including listing published books and additional website links.

I also want to mention an example of Light Verse with substance, Celeste DeSario’s latest poem at New Verse News: https://thenewversenews.substack.com/p/nvn-monday-im-sorry-dave-im-afraid. This piece digs deep into the essence of the risk of AI — risk not driven by ill intent, or any other emotion, but by just executing an objective and sometimes inadvertently becoming a “math equation gone wild.”

I have previously mentioned New Verse News multiple times here, but glad to mention it again — it’s a great journal for poets of all backgrounds and poetic preferences to submit their work, knowing it will be judged on merit and not because it strictly follows any particular style favored or expected by the editor. James Penha is the New Verse News editor and, as is the case with each of the editors mentioned earlier, deserves high praise for his selection of material and for providing readers an engaging reading experience; also, as is the case with the other editors mentioned, he will welcome your submissions with the respect and consideration they deserve.

Interstate Nocturne

Proud to announce that Commuter Lit has published Zumwalt’s recent poem, Interstate Nocturne:
Please visit: https://commuterlit.com/2026/02/tuesday-interstate-nocturne/!

No More Cornborers

No More Cornborers

My steel-wool scrubbed & Comet-clean spuds
grate with injurious gusto
Protect the enamel at all costs!
And a sheen is added to our distended
esophagus.
Wintry blasts of fluoride and chlorophyll
attack the waste
But only further pollute the abused
frame.
Death enters the corridors, stalking stealthily
in the Ajax-whiteness.
All is blinding! There is no more gray!
Josephine is become a slaughter-baron.
Ammonia chokes us all


—Zumwalt
[1981?]

Von Bock Was A Pansy

Von Bock Was A Pansy

Those iron plates that churned the mud and gravel
Impress me not.
The rifled bore was, and is a crashing bore,
I shut my eyes to the breechblock and
Do not care for thermite.
I recoil from venturi.
I have only cutting remarks for the bayonet;
C.B.W. stinks.
Give me Gandhi & Walden, with a little pickle
On the side, and I am content.
Blood-red waiters make me yawn.

—Zumwalt
[Early 1980s?]

Slice-of-life, Microwaved

Slice-o-life, Microwaved

Askew in a vinyl cosmos
life’s beading up on
a cold tumbler
And Juan Valdez
has repossessed my mind
for the glory of Brazil
or Colombia
Some squalid country at any rate
Leaving my 33
grooves
scarred by needles at 78
several rich hits
off of
Mrs. Olsen
And Muzak sounds
like steam jets
and
dark mutterings over eggs
become berserk natterings
of rabid chipmunks
Gee Zus !
Only 12:00?
Existence is
deformed
in a
time-warp
—Zumwalt
[Night of 30 Sep-1 Oct 1981, Washington, DC]

The human touch

Based on this recent news event: https://www.npr.org/2025/12/25/g-s1-103683/powerball-player-arkansas-won-jackpot

The human touch

On Christmas Eve, many just like me
stopped at the station where I get my gas
and bought slips of paper
as thin as my patience
waiting its reward.

A mile or so away in Cabot
I closed my own store,
shut down the register,
reminded by the radio of
the size of the jackpot
while I drove home
in my rusty 2003 Tacoma.

Maddie set out some sandwiches—
our light Christmas Eve meal;
two months of watching costs
earned tomorrow’s fortune of presents
paired with roasted prime rib.

That morning came, and our two children
visited us in bed to tug at us—
too small to pull us out
and not old enough to realize they hadn’t.

A delight of flung wrapping paper and
unchecked squeals energized our living room
as, with some guilt, I looked at my phone
to glimpse the weekly Powerball snub.

No ordinary loss:
promised paradise, this time,
came from the station where I staked my three bucks.

But this small defeat brought reassurance:
in a world of algorithms,
predictive apps, and AI advisers
that steal away jobs and raise energy prices
there was still one thing technology couldn’t do:
choose the right numbers.

JOUSTING WINDMILLS

Just published in New Verse News — Zumwalt’s new news poem, Jousting Windmills.

Click on the following URL to read poem: https://newversenews.blogspot.com/2025/12/jousting-windmills.html

I will post the text here later on, but for now, let’s drive some traffic to New Verse News!

With apologies to Emily and the DOJ

With apologies to Emily and the DOJ

Release the files but just in part —
Deception’s Pathway lies
Too raw for Headline’s hungry Spark
The whole would scandalize
As Cards dealt from some hidden Deck
With watching eyes confined
The Truth must flame out gradually
To hide the Guilt entwined —

–zumwalt (2025)

Updated Dump

News event:   “At least 15 files that were released by the Justice Department Friday were no longer available on the department’s website on Saturday.”
Reference: https://www.cbsnews.com/news/at-least-15-newly-released-epstein-files-have-disappeared-from-justice-departments-website/

Updated Dump

They loaded files on Friday night,
Though not the total lot;
The press was vexed by partial truths
But that is what we got.

On Saturday fifteen were gone —
One noticed from before:
A president in gilded frame —
A photo in a drawer.

What this all means to common folk
Escapes my simple mind
When wealth can build a mighty wall
That shields them from their crime —

And if a few are put in jail
That does us little good
For those that still control the wealth
Will raise the price of food.

The message here is pretty clear
And one that fits my rhyme  
That money spent judiciously
Protects —  
even the damnedest —
most despicable —
devils of our time.

— zumwalt (2025)

formaldehydration

formaldehydration

flickering, fluttering inauspicious celestial butterfly
recklessly spatters dribbling drips of darkened burgundy
over underwhelmed over-conscientious Cal Poly Pomona Green.

diamanté dimensions collide with an autumn-autumn whisper
merging the flap-flap-flap fanlight florescence with a soft gentle tap
shamefully simmering shimmy-round-sizzling shake-down capabilities.

this high-speed, high-tech, high-result diet
has made me high-strung;

it streams passing indentations of over-charged electrons and phantom fairy-tales
faster than the past registers future impressions of near-miss impacts.

I know
time
is slow.
starting off
when I
begin

finishing long after I am done.

and
truth
the crippled fugitive hiding
in
shadows of possibilities
cannot resist darting
out
for
a quick encore before the opening curtain.

Accessory Imagination
unable to ensure an icy trail
weds speed-dating,
timed-release capsules
to produce a solid business case
for planetary intimidation
but
when references are required
habitually-blinking,
surreptitiously-slinking imagination
sneaks away
like an exhausted waiter
forced to serve final meals
to a negligently unchained
food-critiquing population
desperately devouring
the final bounty of resources
one deja-vu moment
before
the impending
never-ever-ever-ending
bright-light-headlight-headache supernova drought.

— zumwalt (2011, revised 2025)