Old Times Not Forgotten: A Poetry and Prose Anthology

Status: Tentative June/July timeframe 2019

  • 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 memoirs from the past, the way things were, long forgotten things. 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). 
  • 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
 


Number 40 in the OMP Anthology Series!
 
Front cover photo by Carolyn York.

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About the book

Anything about memoirs from the past, the way things were, nostalgia, long forgotten things as its theme.

Sample of the work:

Then and Now

      Robert Hewett Sr.

 

Some things never change for Old Thangs.

My dog, his name is Jack, is a semi- Old Thang.

I made up a song for him.

"What are we gonna do with a dog named Jack,

He runs away and then comes back,

He wants to fight big dogs, Coyotes and such.

He barks to share my bed but sheds too much."

I saw some pretty young thangs age 50 or so.

A long range plan for me is tomorrow.

A short range plan is the end of this sentence.

So it’s goodbye to young Thangs, old hobbies,

And hello to old things like failing eyesight.

Some things are still young, like dreams,

A smile on the face of a friend or stranger,

My tomato plans are doing just fine.

My dad’s observation on aging.

"Once a man twice a boy"

I will settle for that.


BOB HEWETT is 86 years of age and writes poems, short stories, humor and satire along with accounts of his father’s story telling skill. Hewett has been named poet of the month on three online writing groups and poet of the year on another. He has published 3 children books. His work has appeared in numerous anthologies. His website is roberthewettsr.hubpages.com

Jump out at 25,000 feet?

Tom Davis

 

BACK IN MY early days with the Army Special Forces I served in Bad Tolz, Germany. Here I commanded a High Altitude Low Opening (HALO) parachute team. The problem. When the battalion Commander assigned me to the team, I wasn’t HALO qualified! So I had to attend a HALO course taught by my team.

     Shortly after I graduated from the course, a tasking came down through U.S. Army Europe (USAREUR), for the Group to provide Military Free Fall training for the Danish Jaegerkorps. I would be returning to Augsburg, Denmark, where I had participated in a large Unconventional Warfare exercise four years ago. Hey, it was a dirty job but . . .

     When we got to Augsburg and met our students, standing in the group was my old swim buddy, Preven Jorgensen. Preven and I had swum back and forth from one island to the other during a Flintlock exercise five years ago. Small world it was.

     We jumped from several different aircraft while conducting HALO training for the Danes. I particularly liked jumping from the old McDonnell Douglas C-47. However, most of our jumps occurred from an MC-130, a C-130 especially modified for Special Operations. Our highest jump was 25,500 feet, falling two minutes at 120 MPH before we pulled our ripcords.

     I can remember seeing my shadow racing up at me as I plunged through a thin cloud cover below. Weird. At the end of the course, the Danes awarded us their parachute badge, and we reciprocated by awarding them ours. We had recently conducted parachute operations with the Germans, and I had been awarded their parachute badge as well. I now had jump wings from four different foreign countries.

     By the time I retired, I had earned five foreign parachute badges and conducted well over 200 parachute jumps from twelve different aircraft! It was—the most fun I ever had with my clothes on!


Tom Davis’s publishing credits include Poets Forum, The Carolina Runner, Triathlon Today, Georgia Athlete, The Fayetteville Observer’s Saturday Extra, A Loving Voice Vol. I and II, Special Warfare., and Winston-Salem Writers’ POETRY IN PLAIN SIGHT program for May 2013 (poetry month). He’s authored the following books: The Life and Times of Rip Jackson; A children’s coloring book, Pickaberry Pig’s First Day of School, The Patrol Order; and an action adventure novel, The R-complex. Tom has completed his memoir, The Most Fun I ever Had With My Clothes: On A March from Private to Colonel. He lives in Webster, NC.

 


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