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by Todd Cirillo | October 18, 2014 · 9:05 am

Six Ft. Swells Press wants to give it to you…

Send us a poem or two that is 20 lines or less about the one who left you OR if you were the lucky one to leave them, to http://www.sixfootswells@yahoo.com with SUBMIT in the subject line and if chosen, you will receive A FREE signed copy of Six Ft. Swell’s new release, The Girl Who Left You by Amber Decker! As Al Swearengen says “Free Fucking Gratis!” The deadline is extended for your pleasure to midnight Monday October 27. C’mon all you poets out there…give us your passion or pain in 20 lines or less and you just might get something in return. We, at Six Ft. Swells Press, believe in returning the favor.

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by Julie Valin | October 6, 2014 · 9:35 am

The Girl Who Left You Giveaway Contest

Book Giveaway

What’s better than an open tab on someone else’s bill? A FREE signed copy of Six Ft. Swell’s new release, The Girl Who Left You by Amber Decker!

THE CONTEST

We are looking for a short poem–10 lines or less–about The Girl/Guy Who Left You, in true after hours poetry style. The contest is open to anyone, and all entries will be considered.

You can see how the crew here at Six Ft. Swells Press defines after hours poetry on our submit page, and you can read some of our favorite Six Ft. Swells poems on our poetry page.

Click here for GUIDELINES and contest details on how to submit your entry.

The deadline to submit is Sunday October 19th at midnight.

THE GIVEAWAY

The winner will receive one personally autographed copy of The Girl Who Left You, and the winning poem will be featured here on afterhourspoetry.com, and on our Six Ft. Swells Facebook page.

A Nip of Inspiration from The Girl Who Left You

excerpted from the poem, Camouflage:

… Tucked against your chest, it took hours
for me to fall asleep, so afraid
I would wake in flames
or as ash in a blue dish at your feet.

Hush, you whispered
like a shepherd to his flock
on a full-moon night.

Or the wolf, under his breath, who answers
I’m here. I’m here.
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Now go write! We look forward to reading your entries!

Bottoms up,

Julie & SFS Crew