Dear readers and authors,
The September issue of the Scarlet Leaf Review is live. It is two days later than it should have been, but unfortunately, life happens. You will have a chance to see a lot of authors featured in this issue as well. As always, there were authors whose approval emails couldn’t be found and authors who didn’t bother to answer. Anyways… Nothing new… Although I closed submissions until November 1st, they still come. I think that nobody reads the home page or the submission guidelines. We struggle to format some submissions. I decided to just let the submissions as the author formatted them because I wouldn't have finished this review for a few more days. The review had 172,246 hits between August 21st, 2018 and October 1st, 2018. Good job, dear authors! That means we reached 2,587,344 hits on October 1st, 2018. Dear authors, thank you for contributing to all our issues. Don’t forget, if you move your mouse over Sep 2018, you find the drop-down menu, which shows poems, short stories, and nonfiction. If you want to read the work of a specific author, click on the author’s name, on the right hand of the page under categories. You should take your time and read them all! They are worth it the trouble. Thank you again, Roxana Nastase
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Dear readers and authors,
The review is live. I stopped counting the number of authors featured in this issue. As always, there were authors whose approval emails couldn’t be found, and some authors didn’t bother to answer. Anyway… I would like to submit to your attention two important things. First, submissions are closed until November 1st. There are so many already that we cannot read them all. From now on, we will take into consideration our submission guidelines. We struggle to format some submissions. I decided to just let the submissions as the author formatted them because I wouldn't have finished this review in another week. The second important announcement: the review online will appear on the last day of the month from now on. I have already updated this status with Duotrope. The review had 155,126 hits between July 15 and August 21, 2018. Good job, dear authors! That means we reached 2,415,098 hits on August 21st. I’d like to offer a huge thank you to the authors who have contributed to this issue, as well as to the authors featured in the past issues. Don’t forget, if you move your mouse over Aug 2018, you find the drop-down menu, which shows poems, short stories, and nonfiction. If you want to read the work of a specific author, click on the author’s name, on the right hand of the page under categories. Take your time and read them all! Thank you again, Roxana Nastase
Dear readers and authors, The review is live, after five-day horrendous work. We featured 22 poets, 38 short-story writers and 3 nonfiction writers in this issue. There should have been more, but I couldn’t locate their approval emails. Some of the authors send replies to my emails using another email address than the one they initially used. Some authors didn’t bother to answer. We have a few every month. I don’t understand why they bother to submit if they don’t want to reply. Maybe they think that we don’t have enough reading material… I can assure you, we do. Anyway… From now on, we will take into consideration our submission guidelines. We struggle to format some submissions. Yesterday, I decided to simply let them as the author formatted them because I wouldn't have finished this review in another week. If I missed some errors – a big photo, a garbled category, don’t take it personally, just let me know. Believe me, it was a lot of work to format this issue. On a happier note, the review had 145,838 hits between June 15 and July 19, 2018. Good job, dear authors! That means we have reached 2,259,972 hits. Not bad, what do you think? I’d like to offer a huge thank you to the authors who have contributed to this issue, as well as to the authors featured in the past issues. As announced in May, we will have a new print magazine: Scarlet Leaf Review’s Treasure Chest, with two versions – Poems and Stories. Well, the two issues will start this month. We aim to have them in print between 27 and 31st. Don’t forget, if you move your mouse over JULY 2018, you find the drop-down menu, which shows poems, short stories and nonfiction. If you want to read the work of a specific author, click on the author’s name, on the right hand of the page under categories. Have fun! Take your time and read them all! Thank you again, Roxana Nastase NEW RELEASE FROM A POET PREVIOUSLY PUBLISHED ON SCARLET LEAF REVIEW - VATSALA RADHAKEESOON6/30/2018 L’aurore de la sagesse Quand j’aurai vécu des siècles auprès de l’Infini l’Absolu la lumière parfaite Chère Terre Mère, à l’aurore de la sagesse dans les bras de ta tendresse je renaîtrai et un jour de nouveau j’écrirai des vers à l’encre pensive de l’éternité. "Vatsala Radhakeesoon écrit avec tout son cœur, et nous transmet, par sa poésie, un peu de son aventure intérieure, comme elle nous l'explique très bien dans son texte d'introduction en énumérant sa recherche du bonheur, son émerveillement pour les beautés de la nature, et le fait qu'elle ait « exploré la spiritualité en lisant les textes sacrés de l'hindouisme tels que les Védas, l'Upanishad » en y trouvant son identité et un sens à sa vie." Bernard Perroy As a boy, Malik watched an army of religious zealots swarm his home town, slaughtering his people and running his beloved grandfather through with a black sword.
Nine years later, Malik still believes there's peace...somewhere. At least that's what he tells himself as his body is ripped apart by whips at a conversion camp. That's what his best friend whispers as he frantically creates new force technology and jetpacks to rescue Malik. Yet when war bursts through the skies and the sky troopers, assassins, and heroes fall, when the world comes crashing down, Malik Zzoha stands amidst the sands to lead a band of friends and revolutionaries to face his tyrannical, zealot father, determined to free the people he loves. Golden Skies is book one of The New Order trilogy. Dear readers and authors, In spite of my previous announce, I didn’t succeed in limiting the number of poems or short-stories published in this issue. Lucky you, dear readers, because you will have more interesting pieces to read. One thing is sure: when I have a good piece before my eyes, I cannot reject it just because there are already too many. Unfortunately, some of the authors haven’t answered to the acceptance emails, so their pieces are missing. My adventure with Weebly was a just a little smoother this time, although I shouldn’t rush in making such statements because I haven’t seen the categories yet. As always, I’d like to offer a huge thank you to the authors who have contributed to this issue as well as to the authors featured in the past issues. If on May 15th 2018, the total hits on the review site reached 2,018,916 (for the period Jan 2016 – May 15 2018), between May 15th and June 15th, we had 95,218 hits, so we are well over 2 million hits!!! Don’t forget, if you hover with your mouse over JUNE 2018, you will find the drop-down menu, showing poems, short-stories and nonfiction. If you want to read the work of a specific author, click on the author’s name, on the right hand of the page under categories. But I am confident that you would like to read them all. They are outstanding. So, without further ado…. have fun! Take your time and read them all! Editor in Chief Roxana Nastase Dear Authors and Readers,
Please, note that a new section was added under the HOME page: PRIVACY POLICY. The upcoming General Data Protection Regulation places new obligations on organizations that process EU personal data. As a result, we’re updating our Privacy Notice and Terms of Service to better explain our relationship with you. We’re making our Privacy Notice clearer by defining key terms and describing our data processing practices. Another notable change - we organized the ARCHIVES. It was extremely difficult to find anything because the drop-down menu was very long. On a laptop, for instance, it was a nightmare to find something from the end of 2017. I don't even want to think what was the experience on a mobile phone!!! Now, if you hover with your mouse over the ARCHIVES tab, you will see three sections: 2016, 2017 and 2018. When you place your mouse on each of them, you have all the months for the respective year and the sections: poems, short-stories and non-fiction, for instance. I find it much easier to navigate and I am sure you will too. So, what are you waiting? Start reading! Editor in Chief, Roxana Nastase Dear readers and authors, I have never thought it would happen to me, and yet, here I am. Two days ago I was sure the date shown on my computer was May 12th. Today, around one o’clock in the morning, I realized it was already the 15th!!! I was so immersed in the novel I am working on that time just passed by me. Days have become a blur lately, I have to admit. Anyway, it is still 15th of May and the magazine is live! It should count for something, shouldn’t? It was not a very easy endeavor, though. As always, Weebly likes to pick on our little magazine. I post something, and once more, something else appears!!! So, if I skipped over some errors – like a big photo, a garbled category, don’t take it personally, just let me know. I’d like to offer a huge thank you to the authors who have contributed to this issue as well as to the authors featured in the past issues. On April 15th 2018, we were at 1,929,902 hits. Imagine, between April 15th and May 15th, we had 89,014 hits, so we are over 2 million hits!!! Yay, good for us! Don’t forget, if you hover with your mouse over MAY 2018, you find the drop-down menu, showing poems, short-stories and nonfiction. If you want to read the work of a specific author, click on the author’s name, on the right hand of the page under categories. But I do believe you’d like to read them all. Believe me, I was caught in re-reading a story or a poem while formatting them. No wonder it took me so long. Have fun! Take your time and read them all! Dear readers and authors, After a long hiatus (almost two months and a half), a new issue of Scarlet Leaf Review is live. It is a longer issue because of the number of submissions that were accepted for the months or February and March and for a moment there, I didn’t think I could do it in due time, honestly. As always, Weebly seems to have a problem with our magazine and I post something, and yet, something else appears!!! And, if I skipped over some errors – like a big photo, a garbled category, don’t take it personally, just let me know. I’d like to offer a huge thank you to the authors who have contributed to this issue as well as to the authors featured in the past issues. Although no new material was posted, the numbers of hits kept being high. As I stated in January, because of you, the site had 1,673,798 hits between January 15, 2016 and January 15, 2018. The month between January 14 and February 15 saw 97,843 hits, February 15 to April 14 inclusively, 158,268. As result, we are very close to 2,000,000 hits (only 1,929,902 right now – but I am confident we’ll get there in April). On April 21st, the print issue of the review will go live as well. If you click on the MacGloud widget on the home page, you are directed there. We are thinking on issuing a new print version Scarlet Leaf Review’s Treasure Chest, with two versions – Poems and Stories, which will feature only 3 poets, respectively 3 writers per issue. Who is interested, please, contact me, and I will outline the possible advantages and conditions. Don’t forget, if you hover with your mouse over FEB-MAR-APR 2018, you find the drop-down menu, showing poems, short-stories and nonfiction. If you want to read the work of a specific author, click on the author’s name, on the right hand of the page under categories. Have fun! Take your time and read them all! Thank you again, Roxana Nastase IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT
Due to personal and unavoidable reasons, the February issue of Scarlet Leaf Review will be late this month. It might appear only at the end of the month. I apologize for the delay but it is unavoidable. I will announce on Facebook when the issue is live. R. Nastase Dear Readers and Authors, On January 15, 2016, the first issue of the Scarlet Leaf Review saw the light of the Internet. Two years later, it's reached 1,673,798 hits. We have had the chance and the joy of reading and publishing authors of all nationalities, ages, genres and ideas. It's been an interesting period and we have grown a lot and of course, learnt a lot. As last year, this year opened our eyes to new genres in the literature world . We have published emerging authors and enjoyed the poems or stories of seasoned ones. Together, we will be able to do much more. We are proud because here, at Scarlet Leaf Review, a slice of literary history is being written, with the help and contribution of so many talented people. We thank you all for helping us in our purpose. We want to thank all of you, both authors and readers - you have made this year, as well as the last year exciting and memorable. We have decided to issue the regular edition on Jan 15 2018 (I am sure you guessed - I made an error, of course) and the Anniversary Edition will start with Jan 16th. Don't forget - every day, up to the end of the month of January, at least one piece (either poem or story) will be posted in the Anniversary Edition. Let's also not forget that Jan 15 is the anniversary of the great poet Mihai Eminescu, the misunderstood genius, whose poems are so compelling that people all over the world started studyingt Romanian just to be able to read his poems in original. We published some of his poems in the first issue of this magazine, however, we will republish one of them - Evening Star - as it is one of his most famous poems. And we have chosen one poem of one of the contemporary and talented poets we have come across. His imagery will have made Mihai Eminescu proud. Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran and poet who has been nominated for 2 Best of the Net and 3 Pushcart Prize Awards for Poetry. His poems have been published world-wide in various publications throughout North and South America, Europe, Asia, Australia and Africa. He has been published in The Burningword Journal, Belle Reve Journal, SETU Magazine, Blue Heron, The Literary Hatchet, The Stray Branch, Now/Then Manchester Magazine UK, Bewildering Stories, Scarlet Leaf Review, EMBOSS Magazine, and many more. Ken loves thunderstorms, walking in the woods at night, and spending time with his cats Willa, Hemi and Turbo. His book, "The Cellaring", a collection of haunting, paranormal, weird and wonderful poems, has been released and is available through Amazon.com. He is the co-editor of two poetry anthologies, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze and Dandelion in a Vase of Roses also available at Amazon.com. So, first, please, enjoy KEN ALLAN DRONSFIELD's poem: Occupy the Present Whatever forces upon the season, perhaps tis you that are the reason, for the man of shadowed pallor whom limps down the narrow back lane. With help of a burled cane, or such unequivocal refrain within the wispy glow of twilight's dawn I bare silent witness to the spark. As the gauntlet was dropped on the old dirt floor, I clenched it with wrinkled hands in horror and saw the light echo in a brackish dull sky. Blink once for yes; twice for no. thrice to answer within a shallow tear as your ears woefully bleed a silent, muffled step is unheard as a cicada flutters in a stellar haze. Waltz to the symphony of a super nova's sonnet, emblazoned insanity while perched there up on the rim of a disobedient black hole whilst I listlessly grasped the absence, spending a lifetime seeking all who occupy the present. And now, Mihai Eminescu: Mihai Eminescu (Romanian pronunciation: [miˈhaj emiˈnesku] ( listen); born Mihail Eminovici; 15 January 1850 – 15 June 1889) was a Romantic poet, novelist and journalist, often regarded as the most famous and influential Romanian poet. Eminescu was an active member of the Junimea literary society and worked as an editor for the newspaper Timpul ("The Time"), the official newspaper of the Conservative Party (1880–1918).[2] His poetry was first published when he was 16 and he went to Vienna to study when he was 19. The poet's manuscripts, containing 46 volumes and approximately 14,000 pages, were offered by Titu Maiorescu as a gift to the Romanian Academy during the meeting that was held on 25 January 1902.[3] Notable works include Luceafărul (The Vesper/The Evening Star/The Lucifer/The Daystar), Odă în metru antic (Ode in Ancient Meter), and the five Letters (Epistles/Satires). In his poems he frequently used metaphysical, mythological and historical subjects. Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mihai_Eminescu EVENING STAR There was, as in the fairy tales, As ne'er in the time's raid, There was, of famous royal blood A most beautiful maid. She was her parents' only child, Bright like the sun at noon, Like the Virgin midst the saints And among stars the moon. From the deep shadow of the vaults Her step now she directs Toward a window; at its nook Bright Evening-star expects. She looks as in the distant seas He rises, darts his rays And leads the blackish, loaded ships On the wet, moving, ways. To look at him every night Her soul her instincts spur; And as he looks at her for weeks He falls in love with her. And as on her elbows she leans Her temple and her whim She feels in her heart and soul that She falls in love with him. And ev'ry night his stormy flames More stormily renew When in the shadow of the castle She shows to his bright view. * * And to her room with her slow steps He bears his steps and aims Weaving out of his sparkles cold A toil of shaking flames. And when she throws upon her bed Her tired limbs and reposes, He glides his light along her hands And her sweet eyelash closes. And from the mirror on her shape A beam has spread and burns, On her big eyes that beat though closed And on her face that turns. Her smiles view him; the mirror shows Him trembling in the nook For he is plunging in her dream So that their souls may hook. She speaks with him in sleep and sighs While her heart's swelled veins drum: -"O sweet Lord of my fairy nights, Why comest thou not? Come! Descend to me, mild Evening-star Thou canst glide on a beam, Enter my dwelling and my mind And over my life gleam!" And he listens and trembles and Still more for her love craves And as quick as the lightning he Plunges into the waves. The water in that very spot Moves rolling many rings And out of the unknown, dark, depth A superb young man springs. As on a threshold o'er the sill His hasty steps he leads, Holds in his hand a staff with, at Its top, a crown of reeds! A young Voivode he seems to be With soft and golden hair; A blue shroud binds in a knot on His naked shoulder fair. The shade of his face is of wax And thou canst see throughout - A handsome dead man with live eyes That throw their sparkles out. -"From my sphere hardly I come to Follow thy call and thee, The heaven is my father and My mother is the sea. So that I could come to thy room And look at thee from near With my light reborn from waves my Fate toward thee I steer. O come, my treasure wonderful And thy world leave aside; For I am Evening-star up from And thou wouldst be my bride. In my palace of coral I'll Take thee for evermore And the entire world of the sea Will kneel before thy door. " -"O thou art beautiful as but In dreams an angel shows, The way though thou hast oped for me For me's for ever close. Thy port and mien and speech are strange Life thy gleams don't impart, For I'm alive and thou art dead And thy eyes chill my heart. " * * Days have past since: but Evening-star Comes up againd and stays Just as before, spreading o'er her His clear, translucent rays. In sleep she would remember him And, as before, her whole Wish for the Master of the waves Is clinching now her soul. -"Descend to me, mild Evening-star Thou canst glide on a beam, Enter my dwelling and my mind And over my life gleam!" He hears: and from the dire despair Of such an woeful weird He dies, and the heavens revolve Where he has disappeared. Soon in the air flames ruddy spread, The world in their grip hold; A superb form the spasms of the Chaotic valleys mold. On his locks of black hair he bears His crown a fierce fire frames; He floats as he really comes Swimming in the sun's flames. His black shroud lets develop out His arms marbly and hale; He pensively and sadly brings His face awfully pale. But his big wonderful eyes' gleam, Chimerically deep, Shows two unsatiated spasms That but into dark peep. -"From my sphere hardly I come to Follow thy voice, thy sight; The bright sun is my father and My mother is the night. O come, my treasure wonderful And thy world leave aside For I am Evening-star from up And thou wouldst be my bride. O come, and upon thy blond hair Crowns of stars I shall crowd, And more that all of them, up there, Thou wild look fair and proud. " -"O thou art beautiful as but In dreams a demon shows, The way though hast oped for me For me's for ever close. The depths of my breast ache from the Desire of thy fierce love My heavy, big eyes also ache When into them thine shove". -"But how wouldst thou that I come down? Know this - for, do I lie? -: I am immortal, while thou art One of those that must die!" -"I hate big words, nor do I know How to begin my plea; And although thy discourse is clear I don't understand thee. But if thou wantest my flamed love And that would not be sham, Come down on this temporal earth, Be mortal as I am!" -"I'd lose my immortality For but one kiss of thine! Well, I will show thee how much too For thy fierce love I pine! Yes, I shall be reborn from sin, Receive another creed: From that endlessness to which I Am tied, I shall be freed!" And out he went, he went, went out, Loving a human fay, He plucked himself off from the sky, Went for many a day. * * Meanwhile, the house-boy, Catalin, Sly, and who often jests When he's filling with wine the cups Of the banqueting guests; A page that carries step by step The trail of the Queen's gown, A wandering bastard, but bold Like no one in the town; His little cheek - a peony That under the sun stews; Watchful, just like a thief, he sneaks In Catalina's views. -"How beautiful she grew" - thinks he - "A flower just to pluck! Now, Catalin, but now it is Thy chance to try thy luck!" And by the way, hurriedly, he Corners that human fay: -"What's with thee, Catalin? Let me Alone and go thy way!" -"No! I want thee to stay away From thoughts that have no fun. I want to see thee only laugh, Give me a kiss, just one!" -"I don't know what it is about And, believe me, retire! But for one Evening-star up from I've kept my strong desire!" -"If thou dost not know I could show Thee all about love's balm! Only, don't give way to thy ire And listen and be calm. So as the hunter throws the net That many birds would harm, When I'll stretch my left arm to thee, Enlace me with thy arm. Under my eyes keep thine and don't Let them move on their wheels And if I lift thee by the waist Thou must lift on thy heels. When I bend down my face, to hold Thine up must be thy strife; So, to each other we could throw Sweet, eager, looks for life. And so that thou have about love A knowledge true and plain, When I stoop to kiss thee, thou must Kiss me too and again. " With much bewilderment her mind The little boy's word fills, And shyly and nicely now she Wills not, and now she wills. And slowly she tells him:- "Since thy Childhood I've known thy wit, And as thou art and glib and small My temper thou wouldst fit. But Evening-star sprung from the calm Of the oblivion, Though, gives horizon limitless To the sea lone and dun. And secretly, I close my eyes For my eyelash tears dim When the waves of the sea go on Travelling toward him. He shines with love unspeakable So that my pains he'd leach, But higher and higher soars, so That his hand I'd ne'er reach. Sadly thrusts from the worlds which from My soul his cold ray bar. . . I shall love him for ever and For ever he'll rove far. Like the unmeasured steppes my days Are deaf and wild, therefore, But my nights spread a holy charm I understand no more!" -"Thou art a child! Let's go! Through new Lands our own fate let's frame! Soon they shall have lost our trace and Forgot even our name! We shall be both wise, glad and whole As my judgement infers And thou wouldst not long for thy kin Nor yearn for Evening-stars!" * * Then Evening-star went out. His wings Grow, into heavens dash, And on his way millenniums Flee in less than a flash. Below, a depth of stars; above, The heaven stars begem, - He seems an endless lightning that Is wandering through them. And from the Chaos' vales he sees How in an immense ring Round him, as in the World's first day, Lights from their sources spring; How, springing, they hem him like an Ocean that swimming nears. . . He flees carried by his desire Until he disappears. For that region is boundless and Searching regards avoids And Time strive vainly there to come To life from the dark voids. 'Tis nought. 'Tis, though, thirst that sips him And which he cannot shun, 'Tis depth unknown, comparable To blind oblivion. -"From that dark, choking, endlessness Into which I am furled, Father, undo me, and for e'er Be praised in the whole world! Ask anything for this new fate For with mine I am through: O hear my prayer, O my Lord, for Thou gives life and death too. Take back my endlessness, the fires That my being devour And in return give me a chance To love but for an hour! I've come from Chaos; I'd return To that my former nest. . . And as I have been brought to life From rest, I crave for rest!" -"Hyperion, that comest from The depths with the world's swarm, Do not ask signs and miracles That have no name nor form. Thou wantest to count among men, Take their resemblance vain; But would now the whole mankind die Men will be born again. But they are building on the wind Ideals void and blind; When human waves run into graves New waves spring from behind. Fate's persecutions, lucky stars, They only are to own; Here we know neither time nor space, Death we have never known. From the eternal yesterday Drinks what to-day will drain And if a sun dies on the sky A sun quickens again. Risen as for ever, death though Follows them like a thorn For all are born only to die And die to be reborn. But thou remainest wheresoe'er Thou wouldst set down or flee. Thou art of the prime form and an Eternal prodigy. Thou wilt now hear the wondrous voice At whose bewitched singing Mounts woody get skipping to skies Into sea Island sinking! Perhaps thou wilt more: show in deeds Thy sense of justice, might, Out of the earth's lumps make an empire And settle on its height! I can give thee millions of vessels And hosts; thou, bear thy breath O'er all the lands, o'er all the oceans: I cannot give thee death. For whom thou wantest then to die? Just go and see what's worth All that is waiting there for thee On that wandering earth!" * * His first dominion on the sky Hyperion restores And like in his first day, his light All o'er again he pours. For it is evening and the night Her duty never waives. Now the moon rises quietly And shaking from the waves, And upon the paths of the groves Her sparkles again drone. . . Under the row of linden-trees Two youths sit all alone. -"O darling, let my blessed ear feel How thy heart's pulses beat, Under the ray of thy eyes clear And unspeakably sweet. With the charms of their cold light pierce My thought's faery glades, Pour an eternal quietness On my passion's dark shades. And there, above, remain to stop Thy woe's violet stream, For thou art my first source of love And also my last dream!" Hyperion beholds how love Their eyes equally charms: Scarcely his arm touches her neck, She takes him in her arms. The silvery blooms spread their smells And their soft cascade strokes The tops of the heads of both youths With long and golden locks. And all bewitched by love, she lifts Her eyes toward the fires Of the witnessing Evening-star And trusts him her desires: -"Descend to me, mild Evening-star Thou canst glide on a beam, Enter my forest and my mind And o'er my good luck gleam!" As he did it once, into woods, On hills, his rays he urges, Guiding throughout so many wilds The gleaming, moving, surges. But he falls not as he did once From his height into swells: -"What matters thee, clod of dust, if 'Tis me or some one else? You live in your sphere's narrowness And luck rules over you - But in my steady world I feel Eternal, cold and true!" ----------------- Poezii Romanian Voice Dear readers and authors,
January issue of Scarlet Leaf Review (on line issue) is live. I didn’t think I could do it, honestly Weebly seems to have a problem with our magazine and I can’t understand why if I post something, something else appears!!! As always, if I skipped over some errors – like a big photo, a garbled category, don’t take it personally, just let me know. I’d like to offer a huge thank you to the authors who have contributed to this issue as well as to the authors featured in the past issues. Because of you, the site has already had 1,673,798 hits since January 15, 2016, with 81,630 between December 15, 2017 and January 15, 2018. Thank you again. Don’t forget, if you hover with your mouse over JAN 2018, you will find the drop-down menu, showing poems, short-stories and nonfiction. If you want to read the work of a specific author, click on the author’s name, on the right hand of the page under categories. We announced that we will limit the works featured, however, it didn’t work out that way. This is a big issue, you will see. That is why, if the format didn’t want to cooperate, I left it as it was. By the way, dear authors, PDF does not format well. That is why I ask for word doc. I had to work over an hour on a PDF tonight, and it still needs work. But I also start work at 8 am in the morning so… There will be a second post – it is January 15th, so stay tuned. Have fun! Take your time and read them all! Roxana Nastase Editor in Chief Dear readers and authors,
December issue of Scarlet Leaf Review (on line issue) is live. I can finally breathe! It took about twenty-eight hours of work but… It is here. Weebly didn’t like me at all this time – if you see a big photo, for instance, just ignore. The site kept changing everything. Of course, if there’s any error – for instance a different title than the title you chose – let me know. I caught a few like this but my sight is just a bit blurry right now and I might have missed a few. Just three more hours, and I have been working for 24 uninterrupted hours, so some mistakes might appear. As always, a huge thank you goes to all the authors who have contributed to this issue as well as the authors featured in the past issues. Because of you, the site has already had 1,592,438 hits since January 15, 2016, with 85,627 between November 15 and December 15, 2017. Thank you again. Don’t forget, if you hover with your mouse over DEC 2017, you find the drop-down menu, showing poems, short-stories and nonfiction. If you want to read the work of a specific author, click on the author’s name, on the right hand of the page under categories. Have fun! Take your time and read them all! And now, news especially for authors. We will have to make some changes because the work volume is getting bigger. From now on, the on-line issue will appear the first Sunday after the 15th, if 15th is after the middle of the week, or before 15, if the 15th is Monday or Tuesday. I might survive if I have a day when I can sleep after I format the review. Usually, I finish around four and have to start work at 8 am. We will also try to limit the works featured at 15 for poems, 15 for short-stories and 5 for non-fiction, per issue. And, if your format is very stubborn (there have been a few today), I apologize but I cannot rewrite every piece. I don’t have enough time, no matter how much I’d like to do it. Roxana Nastase Editor in Chief Click on the cover and find a new read!GIVEAWAY! Amazon Echo OR Kindle Paperwhite OR Crystal Growing Kit AND Signed Print Editions by top tier authors!Dear readers and authors,
November issue of Scarlet Leaf Review (on line issue) is live. I want to thank all the authors who have contributed to this issue as well as the authors featured in the past issues. Because of you, the site has already had 1,506,811 hits since January 15, 2016, with 130,976 between October 15 and November 14, 2015. Every month brings more hits and makes us proud. Thank you again. Don’t forget, if you hover with your mouse over NOV 2017, you find the drop-down menu, showing poems, short-stories and nonfiction. If you want to read the work of a specific author, click on the author’s name, on the right hand of the page under categories. Have fun! Take your time and read them all! Roxana Nastase Editor in Chief INTERVIEW WITH ANDERS M. SVENNING |
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