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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.


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. 

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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.

 
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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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