In the year 1700, an earthquake shook the Cascadia Fault Line Zone. From San Francisco to Vancouver, BC, the force was felt all along the Pacific Ring of Fire.
Today, over 300 years later, forces are again becoming unleashed, forces that will move your heart, split your brain, and rearrange your preconceived notions about poetry and the possibilities it presents to dramatically affect the human spirit.
Fault Lines Poetry will create upheavals. The meticulously crafted world of what a poem should be will implode, opening fissures deep within your psyche. The poems published in Fault Lines will gather their cataclysmic energy and wash over you, the way a tsunami wave moves over the shore and transforms.
This is not an anthology written for academics. Nor is it a collection of poems written for poets. You will not receive a prize for your poem. You will not earn money from it. But your poem, if selected, will be published in a hands on journal distributed throughout the Cascadia Fault Line Zone and enjoyed by readers up and down the West Coast. These are poems for the people because people need poems.
Fault Lines encourages submissions from poets of all backgrounds and circumstances: from polished, published poets to shy beginners, from the young to the middle aged to the Boomers. It asks for poems from immigrants, from the unemployed and the underemployed; from the formally educated and those without degrees; from the homeless, those down on their luck, those whose fortunes are rising, the impaired as well as those in recovery, the imprisoned, the unchurched and the believers. From all who search! As well as from those with answers. All are encouraged to send us poems so that Fault Lines can give them a VOICE.
As editor, I am looking for poems that nourish and encourage reflection, that enchant so that the readers turn page after page, repeatedly, because these poems inspire.
How can I thank you for your contribution? I cannot. Just know that when Fault Lines Poetry is released to the world, your poem will be in the hands of readers who need to hear what you have to say. Imagine, reading poems that lift people up, that resonate with them, that may even change them. Who can be faulted for such lofty aims?
That will be your reward. Already, I thank you and your readers thank you.
Anthony Pfannenstiel
Editor-publisher
