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the tide rises, the tide falls

an oceanic literary journal

 

welcome.

we are that moment when waves topple over one another in their rush to the shore. we are that transformation from sea to foam. we are the tide rising, and we are the tide falling. in one word, we are oceanic.


but mostly, we are an online literary journal publishing poetry based off of, inspired by, and mimicking henry wadsworth longfellow's "the tide rises, the tide falls." the dream is to someday publish a print anthology, but for now, feel free to lie back, scroll through, and stretch out in the sand (literally or figuratively) as you read our poetry.

 

The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls

By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The tide rises, the tide falls,

The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;

Along the sea-sands damp and brown

The traveller hastens toward the town,

     And the tide rises, the tide falls.

Darkness settles on roofs and walls,

But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls;

The little waves, with their soft, white hands,

Efface the footprints in the sands,

     And the tide rises, the tide falls.

The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls

Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;

The day returns, but nevermore

Returns the traveller to the shore,

     And the tide rises, the tide falls.

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submissions

we want your poetry, whatever that means to you. our only requirement is that it is at least loosely based on henry wadsworth longfellow's poem "the tide rises, the tide falls" in structure, theme, or subject. at this current time, we are especially - but not exclusively - open to pieces relating also to the theme of love, in all its forms.


do beware that our submission software doesn't handle formatting very well, so think twice before you submit a work heavily dependent on visual presentation.


we consider submissions on a rolling basis. reprints are welcome, as long as you own the right to do so. simultaneous submissions are allowed as well, and if you need to withdraw your piece for any reason, please email us immediately. we retain the right to feature your work on our website indefinitely, in any audio and visual formats, and (hopefully) in a future print anthology. everything else is yours :)


unfortunately, we aren't able to pay authors at this time; however, we will actively promote your writing and nominate for awards like best of net and pushcart. 

if you do not receive a response from us within two weeks, please notify us via email.

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submitters should know...

we will not publish hate speech of any kind, and we reserve the right to rescind an acceptance if we learn of an author or a work's intolerance.

we want (and try) to be an ally to everybody in the poetry community, especially if you are lgbtqia+, bipoc, of mixed heritage, neurodivergent, disabled, and/or womxn. we know it can be tough to get your voices out there, but we want to read your amazing, beautiful poetry.

 

about the editor

wyeth renwick is a writer and reader living in los angeles. she has published poems and short stories in different magazines and anthologies, but her main accomplishment remains her stubborn determination to avoid capital letters. she first fell in love with longfellow's poem in fifth grade when her teacher used it as an example of rhythm while she was trying to not pay attention during english class, and she has not stopped re-reading it since.

 

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