Offering her services to the dying she let us all know how much more we could do for peace
a literary publication for true lovers of words & wisdom
dear All PP Patrons,
as the covid-19 pandemic situation improves, we hope this fourth annual edition of PP finds every one of you well and happy in the springtime, a season much more pleasant in most parts of this virus/war-plagued world!
this year, we are returning to our former format: statistics show that website publication or e.anthology has much more readerly exposure than the print form only, or the mixed print-online format we experimented with for our 2022 edition. Technically, some of our readers have kindly suggested we purchase a domain and upgrade or professionalize our website, but we are committed to our blog-based model, since all the content would be totally lost once the domain is not maintained fiancially or personally. In other words, to maximize our exposure and keep our content permanently online (with google of course), we will row our little boat ahead in our preferred way. With no financial support from either government or individuals, we believe that "true lovers of words and wisdom" understand why we don't hire professionals to beautify our web presentations. As Shakespeare and an ancient Chinese proverb have put it: “good wine needs no bush."
we're aware that many submitters pay no attention to our 'guidelines' or suggestions, but mainly for spam and technical concerns, we insist they send their textual content - both their poems and bio notes - in the body of their emails. Unless we ask for them, we will delete all emails with attachments unread, except visual artworks.
another note to all submitters: while we are deeply grateful for your (continuing) support, please wait a period of four months, or at least two issues/years (in the case of acceptance by PP), before submitting new work to us.
One last point: we never send any "reject"emails. So, whoever receives no response within 12 weeks after sending their work our way, please feel encouraged to explore other publication opportunities, which are widely available out there.
in this annual edition, we are honored to present 68 authors and 5 artists.
with all best wishes for the better yet to come...
- eds. at PP
Malala: Don't Ignore Us
20" x 28" image
Pen and Ink on Paper
Santana's Sacred Fire
30" x 40"
Oil on Canvas-2017
"10.5 x 14.5"
Pen and Ink on Paper
28" x 20"
Pen and Ink on Paper- 2016
27" by 20"
Pen and Ink on Paper
26" x 33"
Pen and Ink on Paper- 2015
|The Whole Earth and Sky is the World|
BionoteYuan Changming, 12-time Pushcart nominee and multiple prize winner, is probably the world's most widely published contemporary poetry author who speaks Mandarin but writes in English. Growing up in a remote Chinese village, Yuan started to learn the English alphabet in Shanghai at age nineteen and published several monographs on translation before moving to Canada as an international student. With a PhD in English from the University of Saskatchewan, Yuan currently lives in Vancouver, where he edits Poetry Pacific with Allen Qing Yuan. Since mid-2005, Yuan has had poetry appearing in more than 2,000 literary journals/anthologies, across 49 countries, which include Best Canadian Poetry (2009, 2012, 2014), the Best of the Best Canadian Poetry: Tenth Anniversary Edition, BestNewPoemsOnline and Poetry Daily. In 2021 he was nominated, and served on the jury, for Canada’s National Magazine Awards (poetry category). In 2022, Yuan began to write and publish fiction.
The Frog’s Voices
I listened to the voices of night frogs croaking in
the late hours of the night,
and tried to understand the meaning of their messages echoing off the silver moon.
Their hoarse voices curled through my
somnolent mind, illuminating strange sounds from long-forgotten places. In the midst of their croaking, they spoke to me in a strange language of sorrow.
During the fading hours of the night, I searched for metaphors to translate the meaning of the frog’s melancholy mutterings as their voices continued to burst into the mysterious emptiness of the moonlit night, but I just ended up with a cacophony of sounds.
The Ancient Pier
Inside cold ocean waves exist untold secrets, where philosophers, and even Bob Dylan, fail to grasp the meaning. And near the old blackened pier where waves break
with a thunderous din,
seagulls squawk ancient sea yarns while roosting on pilings near where lonely fishermen sit on benches, fish in silence, and spin briny tales.
RELIEFLet love be written