fade poetry journal

I think love is like a tattoo

when it’s new, you can’t stop looking at it,
petting the skin, marveling at its raised edges

when people stop you on the street to ask what it means,
you have to look at the glow in your chest to remember you have it

Then it sinks in

Then it starts to fade

—  Even The Needles Couldn’t Make You Eternal
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I give you Fade: Year One; a handmade anthology compiling poems from the first year of Fade’s existence as a journal.

The journal will retail at £2.00 (including postage). International shipping is £2.83 ($4.40 / 3.36 euros). Any questions should be directed to fadepoetry[at]gmail[dot]com. Orders to placed through Paypal.

The beautiful photographs are taken by the beautiful Amy Strutton (http://amyhorror.tumblr.com/).

Sept2012: James Mullard - Two poems

`#32’

…hands so small, so formed, you lift your little bones towards me, fall into a kiss. smothering, you seem to skip between moments. break from my closed palms, deep into my mouth…

…if my fingertips could be as light as i saw your eyes that night, i’d reach in deeper than i’ve ever gone inside. sweep past those brittle bones, peel back layers of thinner flesh. make from your heart a paper moth, frayed membrane wings, then we could make one of mine, muscles softly shimmering. an ephemeral heaven runs through these familiar veins, if we could just cut them free could we make from them new shapes? another useless guise for the human form, we’d watch them, perfectly small. thin as lace, ribs uncaged. far from those lonely sheets, rising, trembling, lost in the dark. blood flows, falls below in streams…

…clotted, we must have skipped a heart beat somewhere. nerve wings spasm uselessly on the carpet. i see your torn up body curled over itself, fallen, in tears…




 `Orchid Heart

A tongue catches your fingers as you run a hand across the brambles, those thickets of carnality, watered seasonally with the saliva of wanton lovers. Curious, you reach out, and the thorns instantly cut your hands into pale shreds of skin. As you embrace the wilderness, leaning in, your heartstrings pulled to breaking point, you feel a warm rush through your body, and let the briars of lust tear you apart. A knife through petals, a lash against a flowery backside, circular cuts rising like buds on your bare back.

Little stems of new passion, dart a kiss past the creepers; that hand crawling down your chest is undoubtedly your own. You picture the swamps between her thighs, the stench of forlorn longing, more and more fingers taking root. Her smell spreads; intoxicated, wild; you close your eyes, push, and hit a wall. Thick branches close between climax, caught against the membrane perianth, a perpetually closing fleshy cup, which then breaks; the forest floods. Strange reds, deep maroon, burgundy and rosewood, flowing like wine - stains a single leaf. My seed promised orchids, but springtime has come and went, and only a single flower bloomed.

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James Mullard, is an English Student at Manchester Metropolitan University, and is influenced by Baudelaire, Lautréamont, Cendrars, Rimbaud, Aragon, Bataille, Rachilde, and Droste

Modified submission guidelines.

- With your submission, please send a brief biography, no more than fifty words.

- Only e-submissions are accepted, ideally in the e-mail body; attachments are fine if this creates formatting issues, but please make sure they are all in one document.

- Submit 1-2 poems. Poems must be no more than 25 lines; this includes spaces between lines.

- Read Fade’s published work to get an idea of what I like. If it helps I also like strong image, clarity and concision.

- On publication, copyright returns to the author.

Submissions to: fadepoetry_at_gmail_dot_com

If the above have not been adhered to then it is very unlikely that your poems will be read, never mind published

A good few hours.

I have had a good time of late with Fade. As well as sorting through submissions today and yesterday, I also came up with a design concept for the anniversary issue and am nearer to finishing that.

I also have a strong desire to bring Fade into print, perhaps on a quarterly basis. The design for the anniversary issue initiated this. Having read some fantastic literary journals such as Popshot magazine has also inspired me but I must also credit the endless number of dull, conservative journals that occupy the public sphere for annoying me to the point where I want my own print magazine to act as a counteraction.

Keep an eye out for updates on this; for me it is immensely exciting and I hope it will be for our readers too.