3 Nostrovia! Poetry publishing opportunities for poets

1. Guest Blog

The Guest Blog was the first publishing medium Nostrovia! Poetry used.  Poets are published on the Guest Blog, including links to their own blogs/websites, and then have the hell promoted out of them through Nostrovia! Poetry’s social media networks.

If you’d like to see what type of poetry is published through the Guest Blog, you can subscribe for a weekly summary of published poems, and see if your writing makes the cut.

Entry is free.  You can read the submission guidelines here.

2.  Monthly Contest

Originally, the contest was a weekly event, but the stakes have been upped since then.  Each month’s winner is published in a yearly anthology.  The winners of 2013 will be published in an anthology released early 2014.

The winner and their poem is featured on the Poet of the Month page, and then archived indefinitely among the Past Winners.

Entry is free.  You can read the submission guidelines here.

3. Miracle Ezine & Nostrovia! Poetry Micro-Chapbook Contest

Miracle Ezine & Nostrovia! Poetry are working together to host a micro-chapbook contest.  The winner is published in their own Nano Poem Collection, and in an anthology consisting of the winner and 5 runner ups.

Entry is free.  Submission guidelines can be read here.

 

 

You can read a full list of publishing opportunities with Nostrovia! Poetry here.

Cheers!  I look forward to reading your submissions.

 

-Jeremiah Walton

April’s Monthly Contest Winner – Drunk

Happy National Poetry Month!  As usual, due to a high volume of quality submissions, there was difficulty deciding this month’s winner.  M.K. Sukach’s poem Drunk pulled through just a strum stronger than the others though.

Steven Fortune won 2nd place for his poem, Rubbing One-Off, and 3rd place was won by Peabody Winston for his poem, Thank God I Know Him.

I hope you enjoy the victor’s poems!

If you’re looking for other publishing opportunities, there’s a micro-chapbook contest hosted by Nostrovia! Poetry & Miracle Ezine you can check out.  Here’s the information page and submission guidelines.
Cheers!
-Jeremiah Walton

Guest Blog subscriptions now available!

Nostrovia! Poetry’s Guest Blog is one of the more popular publishing medians offered. It’s updated a couple times of week, and currently has a long line of poems waiting to be published.  All of them I am excited to post, share, and promote.

Up until recently though, the only way you could read the Guest Blog’s poems is to visit the blog, and browse through them.  That’s not very convenient for you guys, and I apologize.

Now, Nostrovia! Poetry is offering you the ability to sign up to receive a weekly email update, in which you can read the poems published over the past week.

If your a poet seeking publication, signing up for this can help you see what type of writing N!P is seeking, and provide inspiration to wake up the pesky muse that seems to fall asleep at the most inconvenient times.

You can read the submission guidelines for the Guest Blog, and please do so before submitting.  There’s a lot going on at Nostrovia! Poetry, and I don’t want to confuse your submission with other projects.

Cheers!

“Gatsby’s Abandoned Children” & “Where I Found God”

Hi guys,

It’s Jeremiah here, editor of Nostrovia! Poetry.

I have a new blog that I’m running now called “Gatsby’s Abandoned Children”.  This one is a personal blog where I will share my poetry, publications, and thoughts on poetry in general.

I’ll also be sharing tidbits on Nostrovia! Poetry, and tips for gaining publication in the press.

You can follow the blog here.

 

Now, here’s a poem to celebrate;

 

Where I Found God

I found God in horizon by the tracks

He was drunk, bottle of whiskey in his hand singing lullabies, gun in his lap.

Grim as Job, he was crying

I heard the prayers he put on vibrate causing earthquakes in his pocket

He gave me a shot

it was warm.

Poetry To The Streets / The Virus Is Silence – Nostrovia! Poetry invades Boston, MA

Poetry To The Streets

The Virus Is Silence, a Nostrovia! Poetry project, is celebrating National Poetry Month by distributing poetry envelopes and street readings. April 5th to 7th was spent in Boston, MA, promoting poetry by street reading and distributing poetry envelopes.  April 8th was spent in Portmousth, NH, and the 12th will be spent in Manchester, NH.

What’s cool is that YOU can have your poetry involved. You can submit to have your writing included in the project, to be distributed in poetry envelopes (like the one above) by Nostrovia! Poetry.  Submission entry is free.  You can read the submission guidelines at the Poetry To The Streets page.

If you’d like to help distribute in your area, there are contact guidelines at the page you can use to get involved.  Spreading word of this project is greatly appreciated.

Cheers to poetry!

-Jeremiah Walton, Nostrovia! Poetry

Dead Snakes, “LSD Theory of Interconnectivity”

My poem LSD Theory of Interconnectivity was published by Dead Snakes.  Come check out the press, and send them a submission or two.  I hope you enjoy my poem!

LSD Theory of Interconnectivity

Everything connected,
intertwined!
Everything harmonized
as it is, should and shouldn’t
Slowly fading as light does into the ocean depths
Slowly growing as light does from the ocean depths
We are always becoming something
We are always being something
This is
everything
as it is.
“You’re just not used to pure Being.”
howls the poet rushing madly to his notepad

from the collection LSD Giggles

“The Virus Is Silence: Wisdom from a Young Culture Warrior”

“Hey, do you want to join the poetry club I’m starting?

Naw man, I don’t understand poetry.

Hey, do you want to join the poetry club? I run it, and I’m looking for people interested.

Haha, no. Poetry’s stupid.

Hey, do you want to join the poetry club I’m desperately trying to find members for?

No. Poetry is pretentious and annoying.

These are responses I received while trying to find members to start a poetry club at my high school. To start a club at my school, you need at least thirty signatures of people interested in participating. A lot of people were willing to sign to help get the club started, but blatantly said they would not attend because it’s a poetry club. My peers are filled with pre-read stereotypes of poetry, and trying to start the club powerfully displayed it to me. They call it whiny and pretentiousstupid, without having read into poetry.”

You can read the rest of the essay on poetry and “the virus” at State of the Art, hosted by SPACES lit mag.

The Virus Is Silence is a Nostrovia! Poetry project to promote poetry activists and share poetic creatives’ hard work.

Want to help cure the virus?  Like The Virus Is Silence on Facebook and follow @ThePoetryVirus on Twitter to help this project grow!

The Virus Is Silence, Nostrovia! Poetry’s latest project

There is a virus in the poetic community… and The Virus Is Silence.

So many members of the youth generation harbor negative stereotypes against poetry.  Nostrovia! Poetry aimed to change that, and targets the youth with metaphorical poetic slaps to the face.  I wanted to show them that they are wrong, that they’re conceptions of poetry are misplaced.  The problem is though, that stereotyping transcends the youth.

The Virus Is Silence is a Nostrovia! Poetry blog due to be launched at the end of Summer, 2013.  The blog showcases publishers and poetry activists who employ creative means to promote poetry.  For example, “The Poetry Bomb“, and Nostrovia! Poetry’s “Nano Poem Collections“.

Since the blog won’t be available for a little while, you can check out The Virus Is Silence’s Facebook page.  Throw it a Like, and keep up to date with those poetry activists worth looking into.

Cheers!

Poet of the Month

Wendy McCutchen February’s Nostrovia! Poetry’s contest winner!

She is a ferociously budding queer poet, cyclist, & word nerd. Come check her winning poem, This Spring, out, and see exactly why she was the contest’s winner.

Katharine Glasheen won second place for her poem Strange Object, and Patrick Jamieson won third place for his beatified poem Beat.

Want to participate? Submissions for March are now open. I’d love to see what you have to offer.

Cheers!

-Jeremiah Walton, Nostrovia! Poetry

Thank you guys, poets, writers, readers, all of you!

Nostrovia! Poetry’s blog has reached 500 followers!  Thanks for reading, commenting, and spreading word of N!P’s efforts.

Without your help, N!P’s goal of bringing poetry forth to the youth, to defeat the stereotypes they apply to poetry, would be falling through.

Here’s a poem to celebrate.

 

Vortex

Woodshift helix burning holes pink landscape of mind aflame

Shoe in the head coherent thoughts stomped

Loose cohesive holds psyche together

Only for Now, but this Now is much too eternal!

Self induced seizures, rattling subjective beads of group moral

Who’s bad trip is tripping up who?

Sleep sleep sleep

Sheep bark stripping naked refusing their numbers

Rearing the farmer’s sheers in revolution

Revolt! Revolt! Revolt!

Cut and twist brain cells into knots of understanding

Misunderstanding! Our God-head is beheaded!

His shoulders bleed cries of eternity, farts of existence, sputter of the asshole mouth

Teenagers deep in perception Armageddon

“Please, dear writer, write my final thoughts…

I know what is happening… This is our end…”

I feel the Great Sleep riding in from Edge-City

Driven by the spiritual spinal chord

We’ve stayed too long

The end will never end

When was the beginning?

The room spliced in Red and Blue

Contrary counterparts

Red TV senses bombardment, gushing inwards

background thought’s vocal chords warn of calamity

Light or dark? heavy light switch pendulum flicks

bbbaaaccckkk aaannnddd fffooorrrttthh

lost in the updown bounce of lunatic laughter Why is he rolling along the carpet’s erect hair? Cutting

patterns, laughing laughing laughing

Who’s looking in the mirror now? “DO NOT GO OUTSIDE THE WORLD IS HUNGRY” Flames of breath couple up within our lungs We are burning alive gasoline baking, every Thought born

panics into death Chairs wiggle wobble dance showing unity of what? Unity of new reality and old, space and time perception

stretched before in white holes vomiting existence

upon our outstretched tongues and cheeks We are dying in the basement of Existence Mother upstairs unAware

 

an excerpt from LSD Giggles

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