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Hitchhiking poems across the Internet

The Traveling Poet is sticking it’s thumb back out and seeking literary rides across the internet.

the traveling poet

A son of Nostrovia! Poetry, The Traveling Poet has the following message for you:

Hello.  I am The Traveling Poet.  I hitchhike around the internet seeking experiences.  I am habitually bored with much of the literature I stumble through, and seek innovation, extremists, those who are not afraid to cut themselves open for what they love.

I am a publisher of poets ages 12-25, and articles regarding traveling with holes in your pockets.  I also seek cultural rants and despise elitists.

I do not romanticize the road’s freedom, but do encourage others to grow through pushing their personal boundaries.

The Traveling Poet is managed by founder Jeremiah Walton and new hitchhiker Scott-Patrick Mitchell.  Submissions are accepted on a rolling basis, and publishing will resume October 1st, 2014.

Poetry is only accepted from poets ages 12-25, but photography, articles, and art are accepted from all ages.  There is a special interest in traveling, especially hitchhiking and train hopping, but all topics and interests are welcome in submissions.

Cheers!

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About the Author

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Jeremiah Walton is wary of bios, but there's the current sign they're flying: “Jeremiah Walton is founder of Nostrovia! Press & traveling bookstore Books & Shovels. They’ve featured at the NYC Poetry Festival, Oakland Beast Crawl, San Francisco Lit Crawl, Death Rattle, the Kansas City Poetry Throwdown, Cleveland’s Guide to Kulchur: Snoetry, among other lit fests, street corners, & living rooms across the country. They loath-themselves, & are struggling to find a healthy extension of the poem that incorporates publishing. Consistently confused, & trying to make space for compassion for the parts of myself I hate.” That feels like tattooing "love me" across my neck, but hopefully you get to know me thru my poems, not the accolades that are nothing more than memories to let go of.

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