we are delighted to announce The Cloudscent Journal’s 2024 Best of the Net nominees! congratulations to everyone who was nominated, and we wish you the best of luck!
'I am a beetle
flying outstretched
I scuttle from petal to petal
so small you don’t notice
I’m here
gnawing on the magnolias'
Taylor Stanton's (@TaylorStanton89) delightfully cheeky poem, 'Self Portrait', takes the perspective of a beetle.
https://t.co/b9I2qmBb3M
🌟 it's finally here!! featuring works from over 50 contributors, we've put together an incredible issue packed with poetry, prose, and art exploring the theme of wonder.
get your copy here! https://t.co/2zpAeUywuK
'Accept my apologies, / you shy chamomile of May. /I'm going to pluck you / and bestow your delicacy / upon my crying daughter.'
Filled with joy and longing, Polina Cosgrave's (@polina_reprint) poem, 'Herbarium', captures a beautiful, everyday moment.
https://t.co/5jsWZ01hvC
Something arrived in the mail today…🤩
I’m delighted to be in the first issue of Malcontent Magazine, founded by two very cool @DruryUniversity grads. I’m excited to watch their magazine grow and so grateful to have been asked to contribute. ✈️🎈
https://t.co/WO0TkNkNQr
Some @DruryUniversity friends started their own magazine and asked me to contribute! Malcontent Magazine’s first issue, Mobility, is available now. ✈️🚗🎈 https://t.co/sk7RzduVUg
"He was a beautiful fountain. Green became gold as a blanket of hair spread across the ground."
My story, "The Boy With Golden Hair," holds a special place in my heart. It was just so fun to write! Find it and other fantastic stories, poems and art here: https://t.co/6X7MGBeWz5
☁️ I have a prose piece in @thecloudscent's inaugural issue, Issue 1: FRENZY! ☁️ I'm grateful to be published here alongside so many amazing writers, and I can't wait to watch this journal grow.
https://t.co/pnbYGNtjhx
"I savored how they scattered secrets along my skin until they began to tell of things I didn’t want to hear."
So excited for my story to be in @mosspuppymag. Find it on page 118: https://t.co/6X7MGBeWz5
Every autumn, you wait for trees to burst into new colors. Each time you look for change, the leaves are green. One day, you walk outside and everything is suddenly different. If all things have a life, then all things have an end.
Happy Halloween!! 👻 I have some poems in this frightening zine called THIS ZINE IS HAUNTED, curated by Nick Naudi. Enter if you dare: https://t.co/wdZZnL9aNH
*best viewed on desktop* https://t.co/eMiWPZizBP