Holly Day, “Hope at the Gates of”

Holly Day’s poetry has recently appeared in The Cape Rock, New Ohio Review, and Gargoyle. Her newest poetry collections are A Perfect Day for Semaphore (Finishing Line Press), In This Place, She Is Her Own (Vegetarian Alcoholic Press), A Wall to Protect Your Eyes (Pski’s Porch Publishing), I’m in a Place Where Reason Went Missing (Main Street Rag Publishing Co.), and The Yellow Dot of a Daisy (Alien Buddha Press).

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Hope at the Gates of

We wait for the odd angels to hear our prayers, wait so long
we’re not surprised when they descend clumsily and awkwardly like
large, winged elephants. When you’re this lost
you’ll take any type of salvation you can get, even if
the Messiah that shows up is dangling from a lowered rope
or has scores of helium balloons tied around His waist.

When the floodgates of Heaven finally open up
we’re all surprised to find we know people in the incoming crowd
who really don’t belong there, should not be in line
for eternal bliss or redemption. Rumors cycle
regarding possible payoffs and bribes, miscommunications of
the general Message. Someone says your name
and laughs.



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Two new chapbooks are out from Kelly Samuel, a Clementine Unbound contributor. Both books are now available to order:

Words Some of Us Rarely Use


Zeena / Zenobia Speaks


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Missile Hymnal Amulet

Poems by G. F. Boyer

These are poems of survival—especially survival of religious indoctrination. At the same time, these poems celebrate a rich natural world: the physical and sensory world of plants, animals, and insects; the innocence and presence of nature; and even an animism that overpowers Christian fundamentalism and the increasingly revealed indifference of God. Through it all, time, aging, and dark humor provide a strong pulse, saying life will go on with or without us. The title’s missile, hymnal, and amulet represent the three sides of this conundrum, as rage, beauty, and love interweave in these crisp and incisive poems. “That’s how bayonets are made, you say. The wound is triangular and doesn’t heal easily.”



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