Announcement: BeZine




I'm really proud to announce that I have had a sequence of three sonnets published in "Waging Peace", the Summer 2022 edition of BeZine.



The BeZine is an online journal focusing on "activism-art related to peace, sustainability, social justice, and the life f the spirit with activism." It is a privilege to be included in a project of such positivity and creativity.

My three Sonnets are part of my series "Poems and Sonnets for the End of Modernity" which have already appeared in a number of different journals. This series of three sonnets takes us through different ways of engaging with discontent and revolution. "Fights" explores negative reactionism, after which "The Good Fight" seeks to reframe protest and struggle asking deeper questions. Finally "Revolutionary" starts to paint a picture of the sort of holistic and personal change that is makes up the social change that is needed. The forth poem in this sequence was published over a year ago by Radix Magazine, and you can read it here. This fourth poem entitled 'Tribal Dance' provides a bit of balance to the lines in "...It's not to find the tribe that fits your voice / But to reject tribalism for good / As a concept and as a condition..." found in the poem 'Revolutionary'.

I hope you enjoy reading these three sonnets of transformation, and check out the rest of this challenging and inspiring issue of the BeZine.



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  1. Anonymous2 July 2022 at 22:01

    Thank you for mentioning The BeZine in you blog, Peter. We at The BeZine are happy to have had the privilege of sharing your sonnets. I look forward to the opportunity to share more of your work in the future. —Michael Dickel, editor, The BeZine

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    1. peterlillypoetry4 July 2022 at 05:14

      Thank you for including my poetry in the issue! Such a privilege to be part of this wonderful issue!

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