3rd Wednesday’s poem of the week by Ryan Keeney is from our Winter Issue, now available in print at Amazon.com and free in PDF format at our website.
We’re reading for spring and our annual poetry contest is open for entries until February 15th.
3rd Wednesday’s poem of the week from the winter issue – now on sale at Amazon.com.
3rd Wednesday’s poem of the week by Buff Whitman-Bradley will appear in the winter issue due out later this month.
Our Poem of the Week by David Chorlton will appear in the Winter issue of 3rd Wednesday.
See Phillip Sterling’s poem, “Opposite the direction we are traveling” in From his book, Animal Husbandry.
Phillip is an associate editor for poetry at 3rd Wednesday Magazine.Opposite the Direction We Are Traveling / Phillip Sterling — Poetry Society of Michigan
EACH YEAR THIRD WEDNESDAY AWARDS 3 $100 PRIZES IN ITS ANNUAL POETRY CONTEST. FOR THIS YEAR’S CONTEST, ENTRIES WILL BE ACCEPTED FROM NOVEMBER 1, 2020 THROUGH FEBRUARY 15, 2021.
We’re pleased to announce that our judge for this year’s contest is Joy Gaines-Friedler. Joy has taught as a guest instructor at Wayne State University, Michigan State, Frostburg State University, and at the Lapeer Correctional Facility for the Prison Creative Arts Project (PCAP) through the University of Michigan where she worked with male “lifers.”
Twenty years a professional photographer Joy sees poetry as a natural extension of the photographic art form: both use images, contrast, tensions, a kind of rhythm and tone to convey what language alone, cannot. You can find Joy’s complete bio and links to her books and individual work at http://www.joygainesfriedler.com/.
It’s November 10th and the temperature here in the mid-west will be in the 70s, a good time for an autumn poem. This one is a preview from our winter issue, due out in December.
3rd Wednesday’s Poem of the Week comes from our fall issue, now on sale at Amazon. You can also read it for free at our website.
It’s nearly Halloween so what better 3rd Wednesday poem of the week than one that’s suitable for a grave yard? Here’s one (tempered with humor) from Irish poet, Edward Lee. It’s from our fall issue.