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Begin Poetry Month with a Pilgrimage

"Flaming Dahlia" by Cole Thompson
Copyright, Cole Thompson, all rights reserved.

I've blogged before about Pilgrimage literary magazine.
Its full title is Pilgrimage: Story . Spirit . Witness . Place.
It seeks to be and do the following:

~a small magazine living the big questions
~a community-in-print serving an eclectic fellowship of readers, writers, artists, naturalists, contemplatives, activists, seekers, adventurers, and other kindred spirits
~a place to tell the stories that matter
~an invitation to inward and outward exploration 
~and an appreciation of the way home

In the issues I've read, I can confirm that the magazine does an admirable job of living up to its goals. It is also a very aesthetic "package"... nicely designed, making the most of good black and white photography and featuring a wide selection of voices.

You can subscribe for $22/ year for three issues.  Pilgrimage  also makes a wonderful gift--for a friend, for a fellow writer or artist, for a college student leaving home, for a young writer wanting to learn more about contemporary literature... and would make a great "text" for sessions of creative writing classes at high school or above.

Pilgrimage's editor is María Melendez. Melendez, contributing editor for Latino Poetry Review and acquiring editor for Momotombo Press, taught creative writing and American literature at Utah State University and Saint Mary's College in Notre Dame, IN.  Her work in community outreach and education includes five years as a poet-teacher in K-12 classrooms with California Poets in the Schools, and three years as writer-in-residence at the UC Davis Arboretum, where she taught environmental writing workshops.  Her poetry collection How Long She'll Last in This World  (University of Arizona Press, 2006), received Honorable Mention at the 2007 International Latino Book Awards and was named a finalist for the 2007 PEN Center USA Literary Awards.  Her book Flexible Bones was published in 2010.

You had a taste of Pilgrimage's visual richness in the above photo by Cole Thompson. Now, for a taste of some of its poetry. The following poem is from Pilgrimage's Anthology: Telling it Real.

Once You Have Known Darkness

It's true, your shadow
will follow you,
but only to regions
where there is light.
You are forever linked
to these two worlds:
one that shapes you,
one that takes your shape.

Copyright, Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer, all rights reserved.
see more of Rosemerry's work at her Website.


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