Thank you, KYSO Flash

I am delighted that my poem “Something illegal” is in the latest edition of KYSO Flash. You can read it here: http://www.kysoflash.com/Issue11/MarksIllegal.aspx

Literacy

I am very pleased to report that I am now a member of the Board of Directors for Literacy Link South Central, a non-profit that works, under the aegis of Employment Ontario, to provide literacy skills (numeracy and alphabet) to residents of the Brant, Norfolk, Haldimand, Elgin, Middlesex, Brantford and London municipalities. It is an honor to be a part of this tremendously important project.

https://www.llsc.on.ca

Thank you, As It Ought To Be Magazine

I am very grateful for the timing of this poem’s appearance. Yesterday it snowed in Los Angeles, Joshua Tree, California and over in Las Vegas, Nevada. Yesterday a story appeared about polar bears raiding a rubbish dump in Novaya Zemlya, Siberia because of poor sea ice.

I am one of those folks that write poems in response to things going on around me, so it is especially pleasing when I feel like the timing of a poem’s appearance is just right. Thank you, As It Ought To Be for featuring what I do. I am very appreciative.

“Plus Ten” By Jeremy Nathan Marks

Thank you, Derelict Magazine

Derelict Magazine is a literary journal which republished pieces which previously appeared in magazines which have gone out of print. They were kind enough to republish my poems “Torrent” and “Don’t Walk” which were published in Morel Magazine in January 2017. Morel, sadly, has since gone out of print.

For any writers who have previously published pieces looking for new homes, I recommend Derelict to you.

You can read my poems here:

https://derelictlit.com/poetry/2019/2/13/torrent-by-jeremy-nathan-marks?fbclid=IwAR2cjQO0CZ6JHb1GnWMU5Yeqik1qYAll0fV3N-VlLvl5XD0YO4H4twLkbVM

https://derelictlit.com/poetry/2019/2/13/dont-walk-by-jeremy-nathan-marks

Thank you, Eunoia Review

https://eunoiareview.wordpress.com/2019/02/10/i-dont-dream-of-american-royalty/?fbclid=IwAR0uQvpzwLHSdghecKMQVWCA4k9yjkuBEtwmWWWJ0ftzkQn-aO-3U__upCA

I don’t dream (of American royalty)

King or Queen,
I don’t dream of American
royalty. I see a man and a woman
climbing the front steps of a slum
in blistering Chicago
and sheltering from the swelter
of a rock and a bomb

Cicero and Birmingham.

Queen and King,
I recall an enlightened
declaration that wasn’t worth
much if you count paper as
weight or gold over ash in
the mouth of Moses

I just hear
I Am A Man
in Memphis
and the memory of four
young girls in the twisting
bell of Coltrane’s sermon
to King’s after the girls were
laid to rest

And then Mrs. King,
say the given names:
Coretta Scott
having to raise her own klan
when the King was slain.

Jeremy Nathan Marks