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Kiel M. Gregory

Submitting to Literary Journals.docx

this handout on submitting to literary journals

was adapted and condensed from a workshop syllabus

which was likely adapted and condensed elsewhere

we writers

we do this to each other

it’s in our history,

which is to say,

our blood

let’s pretend

your predicament is serious,

is recent poetry,

and you feel small,

vulnerable, publishable

you, mildly familiar with the world,

are feeling lucky, punk

you think your skin,

like armor

against the inevitable rejection,

sufficient

believe it—

you are a poem

let that last stanza            breathe

give it        space       on the page

       to seize      doubt

let your courage        strength        raw unjustified belief

carry you                                          to empty fields

populated with contact information

and cover letters

which we will cover next class

remember                     to be kind

        and the right kind of cool:

             read              work

published in previous issues

(and)

                          the guidelines


Kiel M. Gregory is a poetry workshop instructor for young minds in the Southern Tier of New York, where he is an M.A. candidate at Binghamton University. His prose and verse appear in Lips, Paterson Literary Review, Stone Canoe, Furrow, 365 Tomorrows, and elsewhere. Visit kielmgregory.com for more.

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Dragonchaser

Mesmerized

irises. Foil-thin lips

suck

sludge into lungs.

Sex,

inutile. A woman

seduced

by residue.

Nothing

sacred escapes

a black trail

down.

Meal scraps,

sweat-

stains & hopeless

air

hug the furniture.

I

watch her azure,

witness

a woman

need

some other love.

Powerless,

I call 911 &

breathe

for us both.


Kiel M. Gregory works with youth in the Southern Tier of New York where he is an MA candidate at Binghamton University. His prose and verse appear in Lips, Paterson Literary Review, Furrow, and aaduna, among others. Visit kielmgregory.com for more.

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An Enquiry concerning Inessential Human Consciousness

!

I think      isolation creates time

therefore  in considering my life

I am          in terms of irrelevance

      defined

as

not absolutely necessary

disconnected

@

which point in time did I begin to focus on

relieving pain and avoiding suffering

as opposed to obtaining knowledge

creating connection

or feeling that every day the sun rises

I am part of an infinitely beautiful swirl

#

demarcation

ordinal sets

individuation

or quantity

contemporaneous applications include

the assignment of indexable metadata

appended to varying complications of media,

such as tweets, memes,

or direct neural interface qualia

it would be useful to invent the machine

if only we had the time to do so

can you imagine a simulated life?

$

the tough conversations

rent is due

furloughed

car loan, too

I am lucky to at least have a home

I cannot be alone

regarding this particular concern

%

the rate at which

is of primary concern here

and that is what we mean by

inequality

in the streets

a body’s color

is a reliable predictor of future outcomes

Hume says

the future may not always resemble the past

it is time to remove our masks

and put on masks

and rally for disproportionate no longer

^

(similar to, but not to be confused with, the logical AND)

in proofreading, insert here

but in Latin

caret

means it lacks

or to indicate separateness

I fear for my use

in signifying

exponentiation

or as part of an

upward curve

I have been conditioned

to flatten my own height

my whole life

finally

I can find purpose

in staying at home

&

being so small


Kiel M. Gregory lives and tends bar in Sackets Harbor, NY, and studies English literature, creative writing, and philosophy at SUNY Oswego. He has served as guest editor for the North Country Writers Festival and managing editor for Jane’s Boy Press. His prose and verse appear in Lips, Paterson Literary Review, aaduna, Furrow, Audeamus, and elsewhere. In addition to writing, his interests include skydiving, cooking, photography, and reading classic and contemporary speculative fiction. Visit kielmgregory.com for more.

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13 Days After, While at Work

All the sporty folk who

go the distance and

fuck thrice daily

run miles in colorful joggers,

push strollers and cappuccinos

‘round the block.

Through the bar’s glass—

with jigger and muddled bitters—

I think about my two little boys

and this divorce. A past echoes

with visual aids:

Outside, happy couples hold hands,

tug each other toward the next interest.

Inside, patrons speak softly

with locked, loving eyes.

Others cheer the Cowboys

with a gaze held in duress.

I pour, polish, wipe

a run-down surface,

aim for cleanliness,

and need a deep breath.

 


Kiel M. Gregory lives and tends bar in Sackets Harbor, NY, and studies English literature, creative writing, and philosophy at SUNY Oswego. He has served as guest editor for the North Country Writers Festival and managing editor for Jane’s Boy Press. His prose and verse appear in Lips, Paterson Literary Review, aaduna, Furrow, Audeamus, and elsewhere. In addition to writing, his interests include skydiving, cooking, photography, and reading classic and contemporary speculative fiction. Visit kielmgregory.com for more.

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The Language of Physics Between Two Bodies

Two stars dance about gravitationally; a beauty,

she says, in abstraction. Art in motion and in the

moments leading up to death; There’s something

beautiful, she says, in the movement of a thing

before it destroys itself. This happened somewhere

between three-and-a-half and six billion years ago,

and we’re just now able to know it—able, at least,

to see it—and those two dispositions somehow seem

at odds. The difference between seeing and knowing

has something to do with depth, belief, and

intimacy. How long has it been since we were truly

understood? When was the last time we could say

we were known, and have we ever loved? What

was it that we as stardust were here to do but dance?

 


Kiel M. Gregory lives in Sackets Harbor, NY, and studies English literature, philosophy, and creative writing at SUNY Oswego. His prose and verse appear in Lips, Paterson Literary Review, Furrow, Gandy Dancer, Great Lake Review, Black River Review, and elsewhere. In addition to writing, his interests include skydiving, cooking, and reading classic and contemporary speculative fiction. Connect with him online @kiel.mg.

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Miseducation

Reddened sclera surrounding black mirror iris

matched the heavy hollow color of his pupil.

I, his son, only first met the man at sixteen.

He taught me mornings are for work,

evenings are for smoking pot.

He taught me how to turn powder into rock.

Use a cold penny, he said—

The magnetic property of copper attracts the oily residue. 

He taught me how to fish

in the crook of the elbow.

Release the tie-off first, then depress the plunger, he said—

Shooting while tied-off, you might blow a vein that way. 

He taught me how to shave:

with cold water and against the grain.

He never taught me to hold a door for a woman,

long division,

or how to turn a wrench.

My father chain-smoked Camels,

and I am a quick learner.

 


Kiel M. Gregory lives in Sackets Harbor, NY, and studies English literature, philosophy, and creative writing at SUNY Oswego. His prose and verse appear in Lips, Paterson Literary Review, Furrow, Gandy Dancer, Great Lake Review, Black River Review, and elsewhere. In addition to writing, his interests include skydiving, cooking, and reading classic and contemporary speculative fiction. Connect with him online @kiel.mg.

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Emotionally Compartmentalized Lovemaking Is Called Fucking

When she said Deeper,

I thought how far I’d already gone;

fearing her departures even before she’d left,

wanting for our moments and instances

of effortless chemistry to never

stop boiling over.

When she said Harder,

I thought how difficult it already was;

sharing that most intimate, connected moment,

creating a space within me for her.

When she said You feel so good inside me,

I thought how my chance for that had passed;

having someone so ready to love me for who I am,

finding someone so willing to accept what I was,

how remarkable that our encounter should come to be

and how long I’d wanted that emotional connection.

When she said I won’t disappear on you,

I thought how her words seemed out of place;

a foreshadowing I denied.


Kiel M. Gregory is a poet, fiction writer, and essayist living in Sackets Harbor, NY. He attends SUNY Oswego where he studies Creative Writing and Philosophy. He co-facilitates a weekly poetry workshop at SUNY Jefferson. In addition to Gandy Dancer, his work has appeared or is forthcoming in Paterson Literary Review, Lips, Great Lake Review, Black River Review, and the North Country Writers Festival.

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