John M Marshall
Biography of John M Marshall
Born in Wilmington, North Carolina
Graduated from New Hanover High School - 1964
Attended UNC-Chapel Hill and UNC-Wilmington
Editor: Sagathy; Epiphany; Amarantha; Sun Tears
Member and past President – Cape Fear Astronomical Society
Poetry Publications - U.S.
Tribal Soul Kitchen, Beautiful Nuance, Wormwood, Poetry Motel, Charlotte Poetry, Review, Southern Poetry Review, Alpha Beat Soup, Coastal Plains Poetry Review, Orphic Lute, Ingénue, Bouillabaisse, Earthwise, Innisfree, WordSalad, Locust Magazine, King David, Whatever Is Pure, Universal Personality, Quill & Ink, Bone River Cantata, The Lyricist - Campbell University, The Cairn - St. Andrews College, ATD Bulletin - Federal Aviation Administration, Dark Moon Rising, Poetic Rainbows, Ariga, Foliate Oak, Cross Way Publications, Caffeine Destiny, Ujamaa, Swans Commentary, Penwood Review, Poetic Voices, Autumn Leaves, Underground Window, Projected Letters, A Darker Vision, Aljazeerah
Poetry Publications – Other
Germination – Canada; Panda Poetry – Wales; Flowing Mist – Romania; Open Wide – Liverpool, England; Mageworld – London, England;
Short Story Publications
Germination – Canada; Tintota – Australia; WordSalad – U.S.; afterDinner – U.S.
1992- Charles A. Shull Award- NC Poetry Society
1993- Caldwell W. Nixon, Jr. Award- NC Poetry Society
1994- North Carolina Poet Laureate Award- NC Poetry Society
1994- Charles A. Shull Award- NC Poetry Society
1995- Charles A. Shull Award- NC Poetry Society
2004- Poets’ Choice Award- Beautiful Nuance Magazine
John M Marshall's Works:
John M Marshall Poems
The Wheels Of Ezekiel’s Chariot
Above the sovereign seraphic vanes the northern lights spread their plumes and shed their magic mystic code upon the starry cryptic road.
The Robots In Gomorrah
We move in silence, unseen or ignored, among the shadows of the alleys and ducts. At midnight we furbish the science of numbers; in daylight we work in the cities of flesh.
Mulier Amicta Sol
I came into your mystic dream; the golden sun was on my gown, upon my head aurora’s wreath, around my waist the reins of dawn.
The Robots In Gomorrah
We move in silence, unseen or ignored,
among the shadows of the alleys and ducts.
At midnight we furbish the science of numbers;
in daylight we work in the cities of flesh.
The Beings seldom speak. They talk to their phones,
converse with the shamans of their many gods.
When asked we speak in polyphonic tongues.
When asked we serve in the towers of stone.