| 1983 Hans van der Storm Publishers - GHOSTS - poetry chapbook (Amsterdam, NL)
1995 First Time Magazine - one poem (England)
1997 Ariga Magazine - 15 poems (Israel)
1998 - 1999
Ariga magazine - 4 poems (Israel) (4X)
Psychozoan - 6 poems (U.S.A.)
Eclectica Magazine - 6 poems (U.S.A.)
Isibongo Magazine - 5 poems (South Africa)
Gravity Magazine - 4 poems (U.S.A.)
Dead Letters - 3 poems (U.S.A.)
SF Salvo - 24 poems (U.S.A.)(2X)
The Art Bin - 5 poems (Sweden)
Morningstar - 4 poems (U.S.A.)
Talus & Scree - 3 poems (U.S.A.) (2X)
Spirals - 1 poem (U.S.A.)
Columbus’ Electronic Literary Magazine - 23 poems (U.S.A.)
Southern Ocean Review (two poems) - New Zealand
The Oracular Tree –20 poems (U.S.A.
Poetry Magazine – 6 poems (U.S.A.) (2X)
Oblique Magazine – 2 poems (U.S.A.)
Inner-Child Magazine – 3 poems (U.S.A.)
Pogonip.the-eZine.net (U.S.A.)
Offcourse - (2 poems) – (U.S.A.)
Niederngasse – (10 poems) – (U.S.A.)
2000 - Amarillo Bay – (2 poems) – (U.S.A.)
Nuvein Magazine (20 poems) –(U.S.A.)
Poetry Magazine (5 poems) – (U.S.A.)
Red Coral (5 poems) – (U.S.A.)
The Animist – (5 poems) – (Australia)
Offcourse - (1 poem) – (U.S.A.)
2001 - Nuvein Magazine (5 poems) – (U.S.A.)
San Francisco Salvo ( 5 poems) – (U.S.A.)
Red Coral (4 poems) – (U.S.A.)
Ariga ( 1 poem) – (Israel)
Little Brown Poetry (1 poem) – (U.S.A.)
Irelingus (6 poems) – (Ireland)
FILMS:
1992 “THE FIFTY YEAR PLAGUE” - CBC Television - National Broadcast
1993 “NO DOLLARS...NO SENSE” - CBC Television - National Broadcast
THE MOON IS NOT DEAD by Vincent Atkins - 1998
Let me begin by informing you, the reader, that I was listening to a musical group called "Dead Can Dance" while typing this. As I was staring at the (mostly) blank page, the strange, dark, middle-eastern influenced music wafted from out my speakers... And I began thinking about those words: dead-can-dance... I realized that that is exactly what Philip Hyams poetry does: his words, the images they invoke, the mid-eastern, war-torn lands they transport you to—all encompass the feeling of death, yet up and dancing. Philip writes of the horror, the sadness, the senselessness and inhumanity of war. He tells of brothers killing brothers, of countries so obsessed with religious dogma and their own selfish desires for power that they will not let even the coldest cruelties known to humankind deter them from their conquests. He paints stark portrayals of broken cities and ravaged streets, with hapless victims strewn about like garbage. His words are bleak. But there is a beautiful strength behind them--in them. There is something that he has instilled into this carnage he has witnessed (most certainly fist-hand) that brings it back to life; that urges us to see that, although the killing and destruction are seemingly for nothing, there is something amidst the chaos that warrants recognition. His words are like a rejuvenating fluid that runs throughout the destitution and recognizes the life that was there, that is there, and the great importance of it, then forces it to dance upon the page, inside of the mind's eye, for anyone who happens upon the magic of Philip's words. And that is about all that I would like to say right now. You're here, at San Francisco Salvo, reading this--why not check out Philip Hyams poems for yourself, and see what they do for/to you?
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