Old Things: A Poetry and Prose Anthology

Status: Tentative March/April timeframe  2018

  • Submissions accepted only via on line form (added to this page later). 
  • Submissions accepted from a former contributor or someone recommended by a former contributor.
  • Only one submission per poet/writer.
  • Poem may not exceed 38 lines (includes title author's name and a blank line prior to the poem) flash fiction should not exceed 325 words (bottom line is that the flash fiction must fit on a 5.5"x8.5" page)
  • NOTE: Contributors may purchase the book at a reduced rate upon publication. 
Old Mountain Press  will publish a collection of poetry by a number of poets.  Our goal is to gather enough quality poems and flash fiction for an estimated 50 to 90 page book with the theme to go with the cover (to your right):  Anything about memories from the past, things forgotten, the way things were, nostalgia, etc.. Would like to have as many poets involved as possible.  Requirements are below. Authors receive publishing credit and retain all rights to their work but agree to the inclusion of their poem in this collection of poetry.
  • Author must have rights to the poem (previously published OK, but not in an OMP anthology). 
  • Poem may not exceed 38 lines flash fiction may not exceed 325 words (this includes title, spaces, and author's name). 
  • Poetry lines that  exceed 45 letters and spaces will wrap and count as two lines.
  • Initially, only one poem/flash fiction per writer, so give it your best shot:-)
  • Sample title and first line below

Title of Poem/Flash Fiction
Author's Name

Begin poem/flash fiction

Submit Your Work

Publication is dependent on receiving sufficient quality poems for inclusion in the anthology.

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About the book Any work that has about memories from the past, things forgotten, The way things were, etc.. as its theme.

Sample of the work:


Loving Kindness–Tender Mercies

Barbara Tate

Mists swallow the night, hugs the lake and creeps ashore pulling it's blanket over the pines. Silence is in no hurry and hides beneath twilight sleep to let ghosts walk.

             Grandpa where are you?

The creaking dock rocks to your footsteps, your laughter joins a loon as it talks to the daybreak star seventeen miles from nowhere. If I sweep away generations of pine needles can I touch your footprints, walk the path you walked?

            Grandpa I miss you

Silence is in no hurry–the loons are awake and fish are asleep in their shadow world. The blanket is over the pines–let the ghosts walk.

            Grandpa, I'm so lonely


BARBARA TATE is an award winning artist & writer currently living in Winchester, Tn. She has won the Poetry Category in the Gulf Coast Writers Competition, been a finalist in the United Poet Laureate International in the Alexander Fui Sak Chang category–short free verse in Chinese or English, a finalist in the Poetry Society of Tennessee NE and awarded 2nd place in the United Haiku and Tanka Society’s Samurai Haibun Competition. She is a member of the Haiku Society of America and the United Haiku & Tanka Society.

Old Time Revival

Tom Davis


"A CHRIST-COMING REVIVAL will be held at Vienna’s First Baptist Church beginning Monday the fifteenth through the nineteenth. This year’s revival is led by the Reverend Dr. Harold M. Calhoun, Jr., of Macon, Georgia. The theme is ‘The Temptations Of Man.’ Dr. Harold...," began the lead column in the Vienna News.

     "Mama, do I have to go?" Rip’s blue eyes flashed beneath a gold cowlick.

     Mary Ann propped the iron upright on the end of the ironing board. It gurgled and hissed as small swirls of steam hovered above its tip.

     "Most certainly. You’ll go to the opening prayer breakfast and every night service," she said, grasping the iron.

     Saturday night the sermon began right on time. Reverend Calhoun, preaching his finest, enlightened the congregation on the sins caused by "Demon Rum." Rip, engrossed, sat perched on the edge of his front row seat.

     "The evils of drink have turned loving homes into living hells, pitted husband against wife, and parent against child. It has ruined many good people, separating them from their Lord. No other substance possesses the power to send YOU to hell’s eternal fires faster than this most hideous demon," Reverend Calhoun’s eyes blazed as he pointed toward the rear.

     Rip’s heart pounded, his breath grew shallow and rapid, his stomach churned, and his hair bristled. He pictured his father’s bottle under the kitchen sink.

     I’ve got to save Daddy! thought Rip, craning his neck to search the back of the church.

     "Repent! Cast out the Demon Rum–"

     Before Reverend Calhoun could finish, Rip tore from his seat and dashed rearward. The congregation rippled.

     "Daddy! Daddy!" Rip raced up the aisle. Stumbling beside the pew where his mother and father sat, he gasped. "You got to get rid of the bottle you keep under the sink!"

TOM DAVIS’ publishing credits include Poets Forum, The Carolina Runner, Triathlon Today, Georgia Athlete, The Fayetteville Observers Saturday Extra, A Loving Voice Vol. I and II, and Special Warfare a professional journal published by the US Army Special Forces School. He’s authored a collection of short stories, The Life and Times of Rip Jackson; a children’s coloring book, Pickaberry Pig; a how to book on writing a ranger patrol order, The Patrol Order; an action adventure novel, The R-complex, and his memoir The Most Fun I Ever Had With My Clothes On: A March from Private to Colonel. See eBooks by Tom at the OMP eBook Site. Tom lives in Webster, NC.




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