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I worked on this cover for popshot magazine.
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'But it seems you may have been distracted / by daydreams, the TV or difficult decisions / so purled instead of knit, wove in the wrong wool / and dropped the occasional stitch.'

Nancy Charley draws parallels between knitting and the creation of a human life in her delicate poem. Illustration by @rupertsmissen

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Here is my illustration for the new issue of @popshotmag. Based on a short story by Georgia Oman. #PaulLacolley #illustration #popshotmagazine #redsand

Thank you @popshotmag - only finalised subscription yesterday but issue arrived today. Very fast delivery. Can't wait to read it. #popshotmagazine #shortstories #literature

The newest issue of @popshotmag is here! This is the illustration I made for a short story written by Damien Lutz
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Found this little gem while sorting the shelves today and we are making it our first 'Book of the Week!' A beautiful collection of poetry and illustrations based around the theme of childhood. Available in store for just £3!
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Look what I finally found at a B&N! Brest issue of Popshot Magazine. Still one of my favorites! Too bad they sticker over the lovely title. #popshotmagazine #popshot #literarymagazine #litmagazine #poet #poems #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #writer #writergram #writerslife #writerscommunity #writersofinstagram #thefuture

'But it seems you may have been distracted / by daydreams, the TV or difficult decisions / so purled instead of knit, wove in the wrong wool / and dropped the occasional stitch.'

Nancy Charley draws parallels between knitting and the creation of a human life in her delicate poem. Illustration by @rupertsmissen

Read it in full at popshotpopshot.com

#popshotmagazine #popshot #bookstagram #newwriting #stories #shortstories #shortfiction #flashfiction #fiction #poems #poetry #illustration #literature #literarymagazine #litmag #magazine #bibliophile

'Night-blind you will fumble back / to its anthem through the clicks / of your hardening head. / This song, secret as a light switch, / is how your breathing will be.'

Harry Man's exquisite poem captures the magic and anticipation that surrounds the birth of a child. Illustration by @raid71

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Found this little gem while sorting the shelves today and we are making it our first 'Book of the Week!' A beautiful collection of poetry and illustrations based around the theme of childhood. Available in store for just £3!
#popshotmagazine #childhood #bookoftheweek

'The melting man splashed into the sleeping cul-de-sac. He walked jerkily, the walk of a man who’d lived life in a hurry. Not a healthy man, but one who’d often had places to be, and more importantly, places not to be. A man who had often found himself on the wrong side of that line. Tonight he carried a shovel on his shoulder. Already, his voice had left him. That was the first thing to go. He had felt it leave, trickling down his oesophagus, past colon and kidney and inner leg, and then seeping into the ground.'

A short story by Jack Wells, providing a pertinent metaphor for parents who have had to give their children up for adoption. Illustration by Fabio Delvo.

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'Now is the time for mending, / the season I shed the dead / skin of old love, / so the heart can once again / become a living thing.'

Jon Lemay's restorative poem addresses the exact moment when one emerges from melancholy into a new frame of mind. Illustration by @j_mowry

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'On unsteady feet, she climbed down from the roof. As soon as she put her weight on the rotting rail, she knew it would break, but it was too late to catch herself. She slammed to the porch, catching her leg on the broken rail. The splintered wood dug in, leaving a gash from ankle to knee. Blood poured down her leg, almost refreshing against her sun-damaged skin. She moved away from the trailer to sit on the dead grass near the mailbox and sort through her backpack. There was no water to waste washing it; better to bandage it and hope for the best. There was water in the mountains, plenty of it. She could last until then.'

Abigail Hodge's post-apocalyptic short story follows a girl trying to find the one person left who means something to her. Illustration by @adamscarvalho

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'Destinies polished and strung tight as pearls / plucked, one by one / into corsets and aprons and four-door sedans; / hands smearing flour against child bearing hips.'

Megan Rowlands' poem challenges the supposed ideals of a domesticated life and champions something much wilder. Illustration by @anne_appelschnut

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Coming of Age Day (Part 2)

They quiz her, they ask her of the history of their people, of how to properly harvest mugwort, of how to wilden a shrew, of how to create rain from a summers' day.  All these things, she knows, she has gleaned from sitting on her Nan's knee, from reading the family scrolls, and from spying on her elders -- she is more than ready.

Bouyed by her flawless performance, Niamh doesn't even notice her sister meekly stumble into the faerie circle.  Saoirse is flustered and seems unsure as to what her purpose in the circle is.

Nan hobbles forward.  Saoirse is disgraced, she says.  She is not worthy to be a woman of our people.  Your last task, Naimh, is to banish her, send her away.  For it is only a newly womaned, a newly unbound who can send another away.

Niamh is nervous, but she is also nervy.  With nary a blink she says no, Nan.  I respect you but I am not a woman of the mist if it means my sister will be sent away.
Saoirse is timid, but she has the urge to protect Niamh only an older sister can have.  Stop this foolishness, Niamh,  I will leave now and my hair will be bound forever.  I will find a life with another people and you stay here and carry the family blood. Not quite as smoothly as Niamh, she lifts her chin in resolve.  Not as smoothly, but just as bravely.

Nan hobbles closer and smiles.  Good, well come along now, both of you, there will be a feast. We welcome two new women of the mist today.
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Coming of Age Day (Part 1)

Niamh was coming of age today.  After 13 solstices, she takes the test to know if this is the spring wherein she joins the other women of her tribe, if she can start wearing her hair unbound, when she too will get a rune inked onto her face to show she is really part of the people of the dusk -- the chosen, secret, and special people who had named their land when there had only before been water and mist.
No one, of course, tells her what the test will entail.  Last solstice, Saoirse, her older sister, disappeared for a fortnight with the women to take her test, only to return with her eyes watery and red and her dark hair unbound with nary a word as to what Naimh had to look forward to.

Niamh is nervous, but she is also nervy.  Didn't her father tell her she had more guts than Nan's mystery meat pie?  She lifts her chin and strides towards the circle of women waiting for her on that chilly/warm dawn, a dawn that was only a rumor of springtime.

As they reach a clearing in a center of a faerie circle, all the women face her.  These women, her mother, her nan, her aunts, cousins -- the carriers of the line of their people -- for really, you never really know who's a child's father, only it's mother -- are solemn and their faces are still as if cut from the stones of their ancient runes.
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'After our parents’ funeral, after the wake, after the last mourners had said goodbye — leaving only biscuit crumbs and wrinkled tissues behind — after all that, came the most terrifying moment of my life. The waning winter light only half-filled the little living room of our terrace house. Dina and I sat on the couch pushed under the window and did not say a word. Our legs hung still; we were too short to reach the ground, too solemn to wriggle or squirm.'

Danielle Carey's short story tells the tale of two mysterious aunts who raise their nieces whilst maintaining a fascinating secret. Illustration by @mattmurphyillustration

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The Anthologist by Nicholson Baker, 2009.
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"Hello, this is Paul Chowder, and I'm going to try to tell you everything I know. Well, not everything I know, because a lot of what I know, you know. But everything I know about poetry. All my tips and tricks and woes and worries are going to come tumbling out before you. I'm going to divulge them. What a juicy word that is, 'divulge.' Truth opening its petals. Truth smells like Chinese food and sweat."
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#bomcPoetry
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I met my friend Katia early one morning during the first week of undergrad. We were both early for class, a nightmarish, albeit beautiful, survey of English Lit, and had parked our butts on the floor in front of the lecture hall until the prof arrived. What started as small talk soon grew to sharing tales of freshman trauma, which led to late night crash sessions and countless afternoons bonding over copious amounts of coffee and cigarettes.
This was almost 10 years ago, which is nuts cause I think we both still feel like lost lambs in a world made up of real adults. So much has happened since we met; we've lived in different countries, different cities, she's married and a step-mom to two beautiful kids, and I'm riding solo, deep in my masters and in the midst of urban trotting. Our lives are totally different yet somehow nothing between us has changed.
Every year I give Katia a book for her birthday, a gesture that is probably propelled by our literary connect, but also one that I don't overthink. I'll peruse shelves with nothing in mind and will stop once my eyes land on the perfect spine. This year, Baker's The Anthologist seemed super apropos, seeing as how the beginning years of our friendship were spent pining over Norton's onion pages, quizzing each other on who wrote what and when. Explain the elements of mortality in Kubla Khan. Describe self-defence and provocation in Margaret Atwood. What Would Joyce Do? When I spotted Baker it was a total bulls eye, but, true to form, I couldn't stop at just one, and I managed to find two other gems (swipe right for the full trio) that I think she'll love.

Happy Birthday to my very dear, very silly, and totally perfect amiga.👯

Some details from my illo for @popshotmag's "The Future Issue" - #illustration #shortfiction #literature #popshotmagazine

'Focus on your finger tips; rich with thick cotton stitches. / Smooth your hands over a crisp landscape that rests faintly / on your skin, white sheets like paper snow.'

A poem by Sammy Hutton addressing sleep and the soft spaces of time between wakefulness and slumber. Illustration by @annahorv

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