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Welcome to all writers, poets and dreamers. In the tradition of our predecessor, we will be opening up this blog to submissions. You are welcome to send us your poems, short stories and comments on the state of literature and the world. Please send them to submissions@bmreview.com. We will be publishing the ones, in the discretion of the admin, that best reflect the spirit of literature and poetry. Do not mistake discretion for indifference. We look to publish all worthy submissions and look forward to your pieces. Of course, you will be given full credit for your work, but we cannot remunerate you.

I Hear America Singing

I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,
Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong,
The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam,
The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work,
The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deckhand
singing on the steamboat deck,
The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as
he stands,
The wood-cutter’s song, the ploughboy’s on his way in the morning,
or at noon intermission or at sundown,
The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at work,
or of the girl sewing or washing,
Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else,
The day what belongs to the day–at night the party of young
fellows, robust, friendly,
Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs.

Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

You do not have to be a Walt Whitman, just a readable writer, writing of the old themes; War, Love, Politics and Honor, above all else thereĀ is Honor.