Snapping Twig – Summer – 2015
Vol: May 2015 thru Jul 2015
Vol: May 2015 thru Jul 2015
It is with sincere gratitude that I introduce to you our winter anthology, “Humbled by the River,” and invite you to check out the collection of work if you have not done so already. Though these diverse and incredible works have been available for your reading pleasure, since we began publishing the contents in November, we’d love for you to take a look at the completed body of work and hopefully enjoy the exceptional Poetry, vivid Fiction, provocative Flash, and unique Art / Photography – some of which you may have missed. This and future anthologies will also be available on ISSUU once our ISSN is approved and we will post it on Snapping Twig when the time commences. For now, we wanted to let you know how much we appreciate your readership, continued support and say thank you for encouraging us and our contributors by continuing to value art and the written word.
The title of our winter anthology, “Humbled by the River,” has a special sentiment attached to it and we’d like to share that with you. To begin, I’d like to extend a warm thank you to our art director, Jeffrey Spahr-Summers, who we would not have been able to publish this anthology without, since he graciously donated a majority of his very interesting digital art, which was featured with the written submissions published throughout this collection. The title of the winter anthology came from one of his works and was also the feature art for the Flash piece titled, “Industry,” by Mitchell Grabois.
This piece of digital art titled, “Humbled by the River,” is from a series of several works by Spahr-Summers called, Art Therapy for Those Who are Bewildered Like Me.
When it was decided that this piece would be the cover of the winter anthology I knew right away that it was indeed a perfect choice and that it was especially fitting due to the individual work’s title, which is why I immediately asked Mr. Spahr-Summers if we could please use the title of the piece as the title of this anthology. Though he chose this title for reasons unknown to me at the time the art was produced, it was my own interpretation of it that fit so well with this collection.
Throughout the process of receiving and selecting the work that would embody this anthology, I was incredibly overwhelmed by the support of others – specifically from those who submitted work to us and contributed to this collection. A number of well-loved authors presented work, which both encouraged and humbled me while working on this anthology; including several which I have long before admired as a writer and respected as members of the literary arts community and who unbeknownst to them actually reside on my own list of literary heroes I’ve personally looked up to in the past.
You can probably imagine then the thrill and private little dance I did for every submission I received from one of these writers.
Likewise, it was an incredibly moving experience for me to publish some of the lesser known writers whose work I was equally impressed with and who I felt a kinship with as another creative heart just trying to achieve something remarkable with their words. I hope they trust that for me, they did…
Needless to say I felt the work we received was like a river of beautiful and diverse expression whose momentum was enabled by the flowing support of those contributors, which I feel so grateful and humbled by – the opportunity to publish their work and to be, past and presently, in awe of their incredible voices.
There is a universal space for us all as creatives striving for the best expression of ourselves and because we know too well the struggle as well as exalted passion we all feel moved with as writers and artists. At best someone will read something we’ve written and feel something that forces them to value that work, but it isn’t easy and much of what we contribute as writers doesn’t pay us what we need to survive if anything at all – we simply do it because it’s what we love, it’s in our bones and we appreciate it when someone does read it. Certainly I hope one day to be able to give something back to those who contribute their work to us, but for now all I can offer is the continued support and encouragement their work has given me, and my sincerest gratitude as well as admiration of them. That is exactly what we would like to encourage our readers to do as well and we hope you’ll share their work with others who can also appreciate the gift it is, both within and outside of Snapping Twig.
As you take a minute to read the collection in this anthology, please join me in appreciation for art and words and those who dig deep to those secret parts of themselves that enable them to bring us their incredible work –
In other words, please allow yourself to be Humbled by the River.
Charles Bane Jr.
Seth David Jani
Charles F. Thielman
Robin Wyatt Dunn
Erin Emily Ann Vance
L. Ward Abel
Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois
Scott Archer Jones
William Quincy Belle
Richard King Perkins II
Kenneth P. Gurney
Mathew H. Emma
– the artist who inspired this project –
Final Note: Don’t forget our submissions are open year-round. We are currently selecting work for the Spring Anthology SUBMIT!
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by Richard King Perkins II
and sold all the trappings of her brief independence.
She gave up her lover
and her tiny apartment
and went back to the stately pillared home
her husband had built for them.
It was for the good of the child, they both agreed.
Months later, the returned wife realized
her memory box had disappeared
somewhere in the shuffle,
like a grey tooth beneath her pillow.
Gone were the dried flowers, drawings and stories,
and the little glass bottles
she’d kept since she was twelve.
The recent love letters,
she had destroyed on her own.
If she suspected her husband, she never said.
The wife merely forced herself to smile
and enjoy all the trappings of comfortable servitude,
simpering like his time-worn basset hound
crouched in front of the fireplace.
Months earlier, as he tossed her memory box
into a construction lot dumpster,
the husband hadn’t recognized
that most of the dried flowers
were ones he’d given her
and this was why she had left him in the first place.
[Featured]Digital Art / Photography Image Credit: i would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only i would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary by J. Spahr-Summers, ©2015
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We need to choose the cover art for the Winter Quarter issue, which will be published and offered on Issuu, though we have not made a final decision on which platform. Because there is so much great art to choose from, we need YOU to help us decide which work should appear as the cover. Please take a minute to vote for your favorite work of art used in this issue. The options available for your vote were chosen based on the full collection of work submitted and the art which best represent the body of work, as a whole. Therefore, not all the art in this issue will be included on this poll. Continue reading