As/Is







8.30.2012


Portrait: Mary Harju and Adam Fieled in the Montreal Botanical Gardens '03 (Anonymous)






my sweetest film









8.28.2012


Abby Heller-Burnham (South Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA): "On The Other Hand"


                                                                                                                          © Abby Heller-Burnham 2005





Blue & Yellow Dog Submissions Now Open!

Submissions for future issues of Blue & Yellow Dog on line journal of poetry are now being considered. Please send 3-5 poems (longer ones ok) as email attachments in the form of a Word doc, an rtf, or a PDF to: warholaray1@embarqmail.com Accepted poems will appear both on line and in a print issue. Sorry. There is no compensation only glory. The print issues will be available to anyone interested in buying them at cost. To get a gander at past issues please visit B&YDog site at http://blueyellowdog.weebly.com I look forward to reading some fine poems. Raymond Farr, editor B&YDog








8.25.2012


Abby Heller-Burnham (South Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA): "The Lost Twins"


                                                                                                                          © Abby Heller-Burnham 2005








8.12.2012


Abby Heller-Burnham (South Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA): "The Skaters"


                                                                                                                          © Abby Heller-Burnham 2005








8.09.2012


Portrait: Abby Heller-Burnham (Anonymous)










8.08.2012


Portrait: Mary Harju (Anonymous)










8.04.2012


sine titulo

by guido monte



vidhya flowing black birds, tomorrow you’ll know the uncertain harvest

taras, cahier d’écolier only void, light na anyate, runs through waters secreto sin misterio :

confuses paroles some confused words tus ojos touch existence vie mystérieuse, uncertain movements...

the same breath for everyone all, part of the different

blending of things connected characters waiting for an event we’ll contemplate in a pristine face.