The Unforgettables: A Poetry and Prose Anthology

Status: Tentative March/April 2021

  • 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 with .5 top and bottom and .75 right and left margins)
  • 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:  Anything about (primarily) an unforgettable or unusual person you have known  OR an unforgettable character you have created in your writing. 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
 

About the Cover: Uncle Bill, of Uncle Billís Flee Market near Sylva, NC, tours his flee market in this golf cart and posed for a photo.

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About the book  

Anything about (primarily) an unforgettable or unusual person you have known  OR an unforgettable character you have created in your writing.

Sample of the work:

SOCIETYíS GREATEST SIN: TO CAUSE ANY INDIVIDUAL TO MISS A FULL LIFE

     Shelby Stephenson

                                for Paul Green

                                 (March 17, 1894 Ė May 4, 1981)

 

Darkness jiggled Harnett when you were born.

Cotton fields opened bolls out of season.

 

Your birth featured spring pitching your ambidextrous arms.

Guy Owen threw me a curve: "Read Paul Greenís novels."

 

I savored turkey-trots in The Laughing Pioneer,

corn-shuckings in This Body the Earth.

 

The itinerant preachers!

Understanding the soulís poetry as music,

 

your head high in the steady clink and trace,

behind the mule-drawn plow,

 

Shakespeare in your head every row,

you won a Pulitzer, In Abrahamís Bosom,

 

which helped prepare the way for your dramas harmonic.

Your alma mater named a theater for you.



Shelby Stephenson, author of Slavery and Freedom on Paulís Hill, lives ten miles northwest of Benson, NC, on Paulís Hill, where he was born.

SFC Ron Brockelman

COL Tom Davis

 

AS A NEW team leader for a Special Forces A Team which specialized in Under Water Operations, I reported in to my company commanderís, MAJ Paintingís, office. He sat me down and asked if I would mind having SFC Ronald Brockelman, currently the Teamís senior commo guy (who would eventually retire as a Sergeant Major), as my Team Sergeant. The slot called for a Master Sergeant, one rank higher than Brockelmanís. I had heard of Brockelman before. He was both HALO, SCUBA, and Ranger qualified and had spent most of his time in Vietnam in CCN, conducting recon missions in North Vietnam (or so the story went). I also heard that he didnít have a problem telling folks like it was and this had gotten him into hot water on more than one occasion. Well, that would be one thing we had in common anyway.

     I walked crossed the street and entered the old two-story WWII barracks. Our Team room was on the first floor. There waiting for me sat Brockelman. He stood, walked forward, extended his hand and said, "Welcome to the SCUBA Team, Sir." Brockelman was originally from Kansas and still had that Midwestern accent. His dark hair was combed to the side. He sported a mustache barely within the regulation. Dark complected, he wore a permanent tan. When he smiled, crowís feet formed at the corners of his eyes. I instantly knew that this relationship, Team Leader/Team Sergeant, would work.

     One time while testing Viking Dry Suites for a combat swimmer course, Brockelman and I swam 6.5 miles in a snow storm. When we reached the Navy LCM and were dragged on board, the Navy Chief said, "You guys gotta be the craziest SOBs I ever saw." And Brockelman shot back, "Chief this is the most fun I ever had with my clothes on." That Brockelman.

     When I look back on my thirty-one years in the Army, twenty of which I spent in Special Forces, and, if I were asked to name the one guy who meant the most to me, I would say without hesitation and with a grateful smile, SFC Ron Brockelman.


Tom Davisís publishing credits include Poets Forum, The Carolina Runner, Triathlon Today, Georgia Athlete, The Fayetteville Observerís Saturday Extra, A Loving Voice Vol. I and II, Special Warfare., and Winston-Salem Writersí POETRY IN PLAIN SIGHT program for May 2013 (poetry month). Heís authored the following books: The Life and Times of Rip Jackson; A childrenís coloring book, Pickaberry Pigís 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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