Whispers and Echoes mag (2024)

10/05/2023

Photo by NEOSiAM 2021 on Pexels.com This short post is just to confirm what regular readers of Whispers and Echoes might have already guessed; that the journal is currently on haitus. It is a post I wasn't looking forward to writing, and to be honest, I kept putting it off, and putting it off, and putting it off, until I could put it off no longer....

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Photo by NEOSiAM 2021 on Pexels.com This short post is just to confirm what regular readers of Whispers and Echoes might have already guessed; that the journal is currently on haitus. It is a post …

02/03/2023

The three chosen Editor’s Picks for March 2023 that will be featured on the Whispers and Echoes homepage for the month are: Poetry Inverted by Nolcha Fox Sorta-Sonnet Pastiche by Bartholomew Barker do you remember? by Tea Solon

The three chosen Editor’s Picks for March 2023 that will be featured on the Whispers and Echoes homepage for the month are: Poetry Inverted by Nolcha Fox Sorta-Sonnet Pastiche by Bartholomew Barker…

02/03/2023

For the first half of February, Whispers and Echoes continued to share the general submissions we received when our last submissions window was open at the end of last year. Thank you to everyone who shared their beautiful words, and thank you to those who read them. Submissions are still closed to the journal at the moment, but I hope to have them open again by the end of the month....

For the first half of February, Whispers and Echoes continued to share the general submissions we received when our last submissions window was open at the end of last year. Thank you to everyone w…

17/02/2023

Once upon a universe I came upon a lass I wooed and chased her every day and caught her on the grass She didn’t seem to fancy me and told me to get lost But I was rather adamant and didn’t count the cost Her father took exception and went to see my Mum She shouted rather loudly and smacked me on my bum…...

Once upon a universe I came upon a lass I wooed and chased her every day and caught her on the grass She didn’t seem to fancy me and told me to get lost But I was rather adamant and didn’t count th…

13/02/2023

Those sweet days unburdened full of delights, happy hearts awash in blues, pinks, yellows are swallowed in satisfied bites. In the process, our lips become frosted sprinkled with confetti wishes. They offer up cupcakes kisses on those days that seem to be colored in nothing but gray. Angela Hoffman’s poetry collections include Resurrection Lily (Kelsay Books, 2022) and Olly Olly Oxen Free…...

Those sweet days unburdened full of delights, happy hearts awash in blues, pinks, yellows are swallowed in satisfied bites. In the process, our lips become frosted sprinkled with confetti wishes.&n…

10/02/2023

The years have been so very kind despite us having made few plans It’s often said that love is blind That may be true in many lands But not for you and me my dear Our eyes were wide, we had no doubt Our love was deep, we had no fear and that love grew and sprouted out But now you’re gone and I’m bereft…...

The years have been so very kind despite us having made few plans It’s often said that love is blind That may be true in many lands But not for you and me my dear Our eyes were wide, we had no doub…

08/02/2023

I picked up a feather that found me at the side of my path today, something you would have done, you never returned from a journey without at least one, a prize, your collection ever growing. I picked up a feather that found me at the side of my path today, thinking perhaps, you put it there, so that I could return from my journey…...

I picked up a feather that found me at the side of my path today, something you would have done, you never returned from a journey without at least one, a prize, your collection ever growing. . I p…

06/02/2023

The flakes float like feathers, melodies of silence spilling over everything: the ground, shoulder’s burdened onto the pocked park benches. Brush it aside. Come, sit, pause in the hush, this unknowing. Tilt your head back, lift your eyes to the sky face the dark. Remember what it felt like when you pretended to be asleep, your mother kissing the lashes of your closed lids....

The flakes float like feathers, melodies of silence spilling over everything: the ground, shoulder’s burdened onto the pocked park benches. Brush it aside. Come, sit, pause in the hush, this unknow…

03/02/2023

Oft our hearts go where they will and we are dragged behind them; still our minds stand little chance of calm, but hopefully no lasting harm. It’s just a passing phase we’re told. As we get older we get bold. Then love is gentler, softer, kind, and permanence will still our mind. We’re blessed to match like hand in glove…...

Oft our hearts go where they will and we are dragged behind them; still our minds stand little chance of calm, but hopefully no lasting harm. It’s just a passing phase we’re told. As we get older w…

01/02/2023

At the end of the day, I have a question: Where did my words go, after I sent them into the world? Is there a secret spot beyond ethers, perhaps buried deep in a soul, where all the lost ones, that didn’t get caught, all the lonely ones, that never quite reached, all the heavy ones, that simply fell, and fell,...

At the end of the day, I have a question: Where did my words go, after I sent them into the world? Is there a secret spot beyond ethers, perhaps buried deep in a soul, where all the lost ones, that…

01/02/2023

The three chosen Editor’s Picks for February 2023 that will be featured on the Whispers and Echoes homepage for the month are: Poetry Footprints in harmattan winds by Benjamin Nambu Meaning of life by Britta Benson A Starry Crown by K Hartless

The three chosen Editor’s Picks for February 2023 that will be featured on the Whispers and Echoes homepage for the month are: Poetry Footprints in harmattan winds by Benjamin Nambu Meaning of life…

31/01/2023

Whispers and Echoes returned after a short break in the second week of January 2023, and began sharing the beautifully written submissions that had been sent our way during last open submissions window. To see what we shared - or what you missed - in January, check out the links below. Enjoy! Poetry Empty Space by Lynn White Today is a dog by Nolcha Fox…...

Whispers and Echoes returned after a short break in the second week of January 2023, and began sharing the beautifully written submissions that had been sent our way during last open submissions wi…

30/01/2023

A soft summer rain The amber and golden leaves The first snowfall that quiets all The thaw and drip of spring break apart the ordinary days strung out like gray socks on the clothesline elevate them into sacramental garb. Angela Hoffman’s poetry collections include Resurrection Lily (Kelsay Books, 2022) and Olly Olly Oxen Free (forthcoming, Kelsay Books, 2023). She placed third in the WFOP Kay Saunders Memorial Emerging Poet, 2022. She has written a poem a day since the start of the pandemic. Angela lives in Jefferson, Wisconsin.

A soft summer rain The amber and golden leaves The first snowfall that quiets all The thaw and drip of spring break apart the ordinary days strung out like gray socks on the clothesline eleva…

27/01/2023

Shuttered windows against the storm Birds huddled high up in the trees Sit by the firelight that’s warm Shuttered windows against the storm For sunbathed afternoons I mourn Comforter wrapped around my knees Shuttered windows against the storm Birds huddled high up in the trees Julie A. Dickson advocates for captive elephants, loves rescued feral cats, is a Push Cart nominee, former poetry board member and a poet.

Shuttered windows against the storm Birds huddled high up in the trees Sit by the firelight that’s warm Shuttered windows against the storm . For sunbathed afternoons I mourn Comforter wrapped arou…

25/01/2023

of early morning stars stud silence ears. Black the cloak that warms the waiting for the sunrise to appear. Nolcha’s poems have been published in Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Alien Buddha Zine, Medusa’s Kitchen, and others. Her three chapbooks are available on Amazon. Nominee for 2023 Best of The Net. Editor for Kiss My Poetry and for Open Arts Forum. Accidental interviewer/reviewer. Faker of fake news. Website: Facebook:

of early morning stars stud silence ears. Black the cloak that warms the waiting for the sunrise to appear. Nolcha’s poems have been published in Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Alien Buddha Z…

23/01/2023

I think of it as a detached memory floating free engulfing me when I least expect it and then leaving without a trace. I can’t recall it. Not for sure. But clearly it remembers me. Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She was shortlisted in the Theatre Cloud 'War Poetry for Today' competition and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net and a Rhysling Award.

I think of it as a detached memory floating free engulfing me when I least expect it and then leaving without a trace. I can’t recall it. Not for sure. But clearly it remembers me. Lynn White lives…

20/01/2023

Pedantic patter and ceaseless chatter plethora of propensity Egotistic echoes seek the shadows hides morose mediocrity Within shrouded silence all is shattered Notice all is there that really matters Quiet calm, unusually unencumbered without all the useless blather meaningless messages no longer heard I cannot hear a single word Julie A. Dickson advocates for captive elephants, loves rescued feral cats, is a Push Cart nominee, former poetry board member and a poet.

Pedantic patter and ceaseless chatter plethora of propensity Egotistic echoes seek the shadows hides morose mediocrity . Within shrouded silence all is shattered Notice all is there that really mat…

18/01/2023

into night from sun squeeze and cloud crush. Nolcha’s poems have been published in Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Alien Buddha Zine, Medusa’s Kitchen, and others. Her three chapbooks are available on Amazon. Nominee for 2023 Best of The Net. Editor for Kiss My Poetry and for Open Arts Forum. Accidental interviewer/reviewer. Faker of fake news. Website: Facebook:

into night from sun squeeze and cloud crush. Nolcha’s poems have been published in Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Alien Buddha Zine, Medusa’s Kitchen, and others. Her three chapbook…

16/01/2023

I kept my eyes open but I still can’t see and I’m not sure if I regret this it’s such a sad world out there. But I’ll stay silent my lips sealed against the present. Only fragments the bare bones of the past remain to be found, and remembered. Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined....

I kept my eyes open but I still can’t see and I’m not sure if I regret this it’s such a sad world out there. But I’ll stay silent my lips sealed against the present. . Only fragments the bare…

13/01/2023

Cold metal, curved back wooden bench with damp growth, green lichen covers the seat where couples sat holding hands, children stood and jumped off Moss takes residence now moss memories cover the bench where derelicts, society’s detritus once slept, in lieu of a bed Julie A. Dickson advocates for captive elephants, loves rescued feral cats, is a Push Cart nominee, former poetry board member and a poet.

Cold metal, curved back wooden bench with damp growth, green lichen covers the seat where couples sat holding hands, children stood and jumped off . Moss takes residence now moss memories cover the…

11/01/2023

with gravel in her mouth and a bad case of indigestion. Nolcha’s poems have been published in Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Alien Buddha Zine, Medusa’s Kitchen, and others. Her three chapbooks are available on Amazon. Nominee for 2023 Best of The Net. Editor for Kiss My Poetry and for Open Arts Forum. Accidental interviewer/reviewer. Faker of fake news. Website: Facebook:

with gravel in her mouth and a bad case of indigestion. Nolcha’s poems have been published in Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Alien Buddha Zine, Medusa’s Kitchen, and others. Her three chapbooks are ava…

09/01/2023

Has this space always been empty as I passed by tonight I wondered if anything had ever stood here. I’ve never noticed it’s emptiness before. Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She was shortlisted in the Theatre Cloud 'War Poetry for Today' competition and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net and a Rhysling Award.

Has this space always been empty as I passed by tonight I wondered if anything had ever stood here. I’ve never noticed it’s emptiness before. Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work i…

01/01/2023

The three chosen Editor’s Picks for January 2023 that will be featured on the Whispers and Echoes homepage for the month are: Poetry A Voice in the Mist by Ivor Steven Mad Swirl by Lynn White Flash Fiction The Perfect Shot by DA Whittam

The three chosen Editor’s Picks for January 2023 that will be featured on the Whispers and Echoes homepage for the month are: Poetry A Voice in the Mist by Ivor Steven Mad Swirl by Lynn White Flash…

01/01/2023

Whispers and Echoes started December by sharing the final responses to the leaf photo prompt and general submissions, before we turned our attention to our last themed call of the year, Extended Editions 2022. Thank you to everyone who submitted to the journal in 2022, and my continued gratitude to those who read it. I wish you all the best for 2023 - Happy New Year!...

Whispers and Echoes started December by sharing the final responses to the leaf photo prompt and general submissions, before we turned our attention to our last themed call of the year, Extended Ed…

16/12/2022

The crescent moon on the chimney. Like the Santa Clause who is about to enter the house. Where is a reindeer? It's the shadow of the crescent moon? It's falling snow? The crescent moon on the chimney. Like the Santa Clause who smiles at every future. I hope the scene. I hope the view. Yuu Ikeda is a Japan based poet....

The crescent moon on the chimney. Like the Santa Clause who is about to enter the house. . Where is a reindeer? It’s the shadow of the crescent moon? It’s falling snow? . The crescent m…

14/12/2022

I’ve run out of fingers and toes and knots in strings and other things I’ve filled lots of jotters and those will remind me of joys that life brings I’ve written my name and that of my wife I’ve added some things that I thought that I should I’m trying my best to précis my life I’d write it in shorthand if only I could…...

I’ve run out of fingers and toes and knots in strings and other things I’ve filled lots of jotters and those will remind me of joys that life brings I’ve written my name and that of my wife I’ve ad…

13/12/2022

We all need a watering hole bug or beast, fish or fowl, mammal or mayfly, we all need it sometimes our eyes can catch sight of it in the deserty distance and sometimes it’s close, so close but we’re on the wrong side of the water splattered glass looking out so useless we can only see it only cry tears…...

We all need a watering hole bug or beast, fish or fowl, mammal or mayfly, we all need it sometimes our eyes can catch sight of it in the deserty distance and sometimes it’s close, so close bu…

12/12/2022

You’re the expertly nagging, stubbornly resident ghost in my joints, often asleep, then back with a vengeance. A jolt, just a dash, a wrath, a ni**le. I motor on. You work your wonders like a most temperamental Norse goddess, ask for sacrifice, worship, the lot. I’m not a great fan. You raise your harsh voice whenever you feel neglected. ‘This will hurt’, you snarl and reprimand....

You’re the expertly nagging, stubbornly resident ghost in my joints, often asleep, then back with a vengeance. A jolt, just a dash, a wrath, a ni**le. I motor on. You work your wonders like a most …

09/12/2022

The moon mimics my emotions every time I look at him. When I'm swimming in waves of disappointment, he emits a ray of light woefully. When I'm floating in ripples of expectations, he drops rains of light hopefully. Dear my friend. Are you also writing poetry every time night begins? Dear my friend. Are you also feeling something…...

The moon mimics my emotions every time I look at him. When I’m swimming in waves of disappointment, he emits a ray of light woefully. When I’m floating in ripples of expectations, he dr…

07/12/2022

drinking coffee, eating donuts, as cigar exhaust obscures the DO NOT SMOKE sign, their voices gravel underneath the wheels of the hearse that takes them to an early grave. Nolcha’s poems have been published in Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Alien Buddha Zine, Medusa’s Kitchen, and others. Her three chapbooks are available on Amazon. Nominee for 2023 Best of The Net. Editor for Kiss My Poetry and for Open Arts Forum. Accidental interviewer/reviewer. Faker of fake news. Website: Facebook:

drinking coffee, eating donuts, as cigar exhaust obscures the DO NOT SMOKE sign, their voices gravel underneath the wheels of the hearse that takes them to an early grave. Nolcha’s poems have been …

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