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More Misour

Sign the apparel wares, flitter filigree chambers of mimicry, they creed with dissemination, heresy the distillation you familiar our epoch with. Ambitions collateral the wearer, theatre those incoming occupations, treads of a despair to shelter those in return for inhibition, chambers of martyrdom, they the wealth of security, damnation to sovereign in external fear.

Mimicry is abominable to contort the soul, sound bites and editing, plagiarism is sharing the unknown; knowledge to amount to have control, media documents your attire. Authority was akin to submit, inferior physiology, residual images found to renew the need to have known what you did not have to. They are by the inspired, fondly known to fashion out in return.

Captive the toll of sharing the display of wisdom, caught to renounce all i had ever shared. They contort imagery by defining the signatures of honour, those wares they produce with instruction, compatible thou informative, languishing the need to have concern for conformity. Exposure to have the medium of composing life, over resilience, to martyr in sanctions.

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Khaled Hosseini on the 20th Anniversary of The Kite Runner

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“To Be A Writer, You Must Write:” How Joan Didion Became Joan Didion

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September 24 2023
MAN OF THE CLOUDS

What future can there be with a Man of The Clouds?
There can only be the present and the present.
Ever changing. Ever moving. He blends in with his Cloud People.
Seldom alone. Sometimes he can be seen alone in a clear blue sky.
Disappearing. There is no sign of The Man of the Clouds.
My eyes search the sky for him a thousands times.
Light and bright with the Sun, gloomy and dark with rain and storms.
He is mystical and magical with the Moon.
And where a I? I'm looking up at all the beauty and wonder.
The Man of The Clouds and I are always in the present

From Brevity

Lunch with Norman Mailer, 1987

by MOLLY GILES • September 18, 2023

The Round Table meets at Trader Vic’s. Would I come as their guest? They need a woman. I don’t know, I say: I’m no Dorothy Parker. “No,” my host agrees kindly, “but you’ll do.” Nervous, I follow him up the stairs to the Captain’s Cabin. I meet the famous movie producer, the famous architect, the famous director, the famous columnist, and there he is, the famous writer, Norman Mailer—just like his photos, twinkly blue eyes, curly silver hair. We sit. They talk. Books. Money. Movies. Money. Boxing. Money. Jazz. No one speaks to me, so I don’t say a word. Carafes of wine appear and plates of food. Norman Mailer starts to move his silverware around with his tiny hands; I have never seen such tiny hands. Baby hands. He lifts his knife up, sets it down. Is he strong enough to cut his steak? Without thinking, I, oldest daughter, mother of three, reach over and begin to cut it for him. The table stills, stares. Well, I think, looking up, they said they needed a woman. Mailer beside me grunts and starts to eat.

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The 2023 Insider Prize Winners (for incarcerated writers)

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Bridles

Mirrors have an, the mirror and they, paint as you claimed the room to distinguish a representative arrival. They exhaust their presents, palette the sundial a longitude, upkeep forwarding to the canvas, that place where third were remembrance, lockers and hand me down scarfs. Piecemeal wages gave us aplenty, and permits weren’t always that note, that slip with exchange.

They made it up, as usual, making plans you and i belonged too. First station was listening, then there was my love for a brother, the narrative to Plato, my first alibi, should our wine conspire with the narrative, to many to resume in middling class tourism. Frostbite you had him as the mirror, our conspirator, captive in consumption, mother nearly die of it that year.

Birth was an occurrence on the second day of the rounding longitude, spoke of the cart, mismatched garters to namely your riverbeds, they stand good stead returned. Appearance was to layer him, peeling a insular thought, and you freed those brotherly words, retention were my foremost loss, the room canvassed to the applicable solitude. Stark as reminder, that mirror could reflect it all, fondly devoured. Adam Blewett © …

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“Double perspective” is a term from Phillip Lopate, that I’ve found to be crucial in thinking about nonfiction. It’s about how every narrative has a double perspective because the now-narrator is always looking back at a prior self, whether that self was yesterday or twenty years ago. Or in other words, the now-narrator is always looking from an angle that is informed and shifted by time itself, and thus the narration — the perspective — of an event or memory changes as distance increases between our past selves and our current selves.

Beth Nguyen on navigating a double perspective.
September 20, 2023

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"Write like a demon – please do! – but publish like an adult, if you can."

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Lapping with girth

Geisha mouse, presented with charm, serene contemplation, they caress with a language unsurpassed, doctoral incisions the theatre of re-enactment, covertly tunes of baseline appearances. You bask the adulation, welcoming threads you adorn to the test of introspection, teeter volume the invest of reign, sound shapes our conductive words, brighter the thorough restoration. Brimming stead useful are the canister, metrics shown to have thought placed in redolent vapours, silvery matches the alluding satellite. Watch step one, then the step of one you have made is twice the distance to the prepared dish, measurements volume the ground we make. Afar the reporting return, opened wishes course the contemplate, if direction of ground through making the sound inclusion, has combination to the distance traversed, record the exit, traverse shallow plates withheld to you, abundance the application of misinformation, the stroke of one past midnight, sees through to the applicating focus, we belong spectators of a disbelief.Adam Blewett ©

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"The book that changed me as a teenager
My best friend’s brother gave me a copy of One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez. I had never had such a visceral reaction to a book. I will never forget the feeling, a kind of bodily frisson, when I read the passage about the character who ascends into heaven. It taught me the exquisite power of stories, their ability to engage your imagination and permanently stamp things on your mind in a way that nothing else can."

https://www.theguardian.com/books/2023/sep/15/chimamanda-ngozi-adichie-nigerian-writer

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Patience, Practice, Perseverance

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“I could become a writer, or I could die really young. Because there wasn’t anything else that I wanted.” (Tony Bernhard/Los Angeles Times via Contour RA by Getty Images)

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September 2023
Portal

I saw a soldier down in a war trench
dismantling a bomb.
He had to work quickly, and carefully.
I heard a 'click'. He had dismantled the bomb.

I saw myself turning the dial to the left and to the right
on a combination lock.
I heard a 'click', and the lock opened.
It was on a locker door inside the locker room
of my high school gym.

I saw myself standing by the large door of a large vault.
It was the vault door inside a bank where I once worked.
I heard a 'click' and the heavy door was opened.
I walked inside.

I had a feeling he was on the move.
I heard a 'click.' A portal opened between us.
I saw a wolf in a forest.
He wasn't walking slowly or running.
It was a steady, determined walk - to reach his destination.
The wolf was quick and careful.

What’s the Point: How Sherman Alexie, Ross Gay, and Tommy Pico Write About Pain

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Regent
Mostly dreams, rem the dreamt dream, the watch were halcyon; umbrage time in a aesthetic mind, learnt all that was taut, each recap roomed; as the invincible, shadowed the aesthetic time. Mileage chonographs in time, the distance you make between you and i. Memorabilia were substituted to the cove, locks, cutters, cargo to the dance you shared his heart. Navigation i was reading the day you introduced dichotomy, presentation by participating an illusion: You are here and i ask of you my recourse; had i learnt it wrongly, did those colours not define you, were you pleasant or kindly too me. The state of being is your name, Lapis Lazuli was the novel i had read to define privilege, sped read it twice and couldn’t find you. Aesthetics have caressed in time and dream, linked my dreams to the time you were at lost to those letters.

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Lovers Nub

Having is a contention, to my perceptions, to symbol the in the moon, one love, two having one moon, sharing the reciprocal symbolic of the flesh, sensual the time in place of one moon. Love was late too the recording of cinema, making the actors await in costume, played the evening previous for remittance, they chaired the morning in applause, just as the crowd arrived, you saved my intentions. Security held your ticket until they remembered you. I was held to the hour, they made me a coffee, to enjoy, the coffee tasted of disappointment, the seconded encore was dessert, had me in costume. Traveller time was intercepting the meal you wrote out loud, they couldn’t find you, but i listened, two moons they had more then their share, my love. Insist at a loss, the velvet drawn commuters own the rounding moon, the moon i have in rearrange, the costume you heard was lately, deflected to the morning you stood, where we should be helping, to the second we lost the time for drifting to the moon. Adam Blewett©

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SEPTEMBER 2023

If there is a flaw in anything
it will become apparent now.
Once, long ago, everything was perfect.
There was no death or decay.
Then came The Fall.
Earth cracked open, and moaned.
Whirlwinds blew.
Briars and thorns grew where there were
once beautiful gardens and flowers.
All living things ~ will eventually die.

• Ivy Blackledge Whitfield

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Submitting to The Afterpast Review

The Afterpast Review is a feminist literary magazine dedicated to uplifting underrepresented voices. We accept poetry, prose, and dramatic #writing from all writers. Our magazine is divided into three different sections:

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The Past

Call for Justice in the Past

Historical Fiction

Fables/ Mythology

Fantasy

The Present

Call for Justice in the Present

Creative Nonfiction

Narratives

All other Genres

The Future

Call for Justice in the Future

Science Fiction

Dystopian Fiction

​Submissions do not have to fit into a specific category nor do they have to be about feminism. All accepted submissions will be published in the magazine.

We are currently open to submissions in:

Poetry

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Maximum of ~200 lines

Up to 5 pieces per submission

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Includes: Flash Fiction, Fantasy, Magical Realism, Science Fiction, Creative Nonfiction, etc.

Submissions should be under 5000 words; Flash Fiction submissions should be under 1000 words

Maximum of 3 pieces per submission

Dramatic Writing

Standard script format

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Guest Blog Articles

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Business Musings: My Magazine. My Voice. My Rules.

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