UPDATE: This call for submissions is now closed. No further submissions will be accepted.
A call for submissions. All poems submitted will be included. Because one yet wants to believe that poetry can still be about the catastrophe and beauty of one’s own heart, and the generous giving away of those words to another.
If the world were to end next week, what is the final poem you write, the final poem you give away generously, treacherously, genuinely, fearfully, necessarily, beautifully?
That tomorrow it may very well all end, and we would know to bear the pain as the day rose and broke.
That the present is undying yet death awaits us all.
That words can still connect and touch, that we still know how to offer to others a piece of our soul.
That space yet expands and we know when to keep breathing and when to stop.
That poetry can yet be given and received, from one human being to another.
Send me your #finalpoems at email@example.com to be published until the world ends, here at Enclave.
I will publish all poems submitted until there are no more poems or no more world. Send until the end.
An amendment to the original call:
Ok my inbox is being flooded, which is amazing. And since I said every poem that is submitted will be published, I want to try and keep my word. But two guidelines that are being added. One, these should be original poems written for the occasion. Part of this project is to counter the culture around poetry as currency or capital, so if you send me a poem from the manuscript you’re shopping around, to me that is a little counter to the point. Also, this is about the final poem you give to the world as a gift, so about love and compassion and hope. What words you say when you have nothing else to give but words.