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Archive for May, 2016

Special Call for Submissions Love :-) Qu :-) And It Pays!

 

Qu: A contemporary literary magazine from Queens University of Charlotte

Now open for submissions until August 31st!

Payment Upon Publication: $100 per prose piece, $50 per poem

Prose submissions (fiction, essays, script excerpts) should be a maximum of 8000 words. Poetry submissions may include up to 3 poems.

Authors retain all rights and copyright to their works. Qu requests one-time, non-exclusive rights to publish your work.

Submit here! 

http://www.qulitmag.com/submit/

Sometimes the Day Is the Poem <3

One of these mornings, you’re gonna rise up singing ❤

 

Daily Prompt <3 Feeling the Heat

25 May 2016 

FINALLY!– it’s not raining and the temp’s gonna climb up near 90 today, they say. (Don’t forget to look our for the four-leggeds as the temperature climbs 🙂 ) 

Make art about heat 🙂 

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Daily Prompt <3 Remembering Your Magic

24 May 2016

Sometimes we forget how powerful we are. 

Make art about remembering your own magic. 

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Special HeartWood Call for Submissions!

Check Out HeartWood’s Broadside Contest!
 
Deadline is around the corner. Don’t miss your chance to have your beautiful words on a unique beautiful broadside!  
Did we mention the $500 cash prize, the chance to have Diane Gilliam read your work, and that all entries will be considered for our October Issue?
 
What can you say in 250 words or less? The results will amaze you!
 
Details here!
HeartWood

Daily Prompt Catch-Up!

21 May 2016

Road trip to visit family today in northern Virginia, backroads and crossroads 🙂

Make art about intersections.

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22 May 2016

Spent this precious day with my grandson and his beautiful mama 🙂 my daughter. Max, my grandperson 🙂 I call him Noquisi, which means Star 🙂 is already very vocal LOL a family trait 😀 I kept thinking about how, right now, at just over a month old, he has the physical capacity for learning every language on the planet. I kept listening to his wildly varied baby sounds, and thinking about how I wish we could retain—and fulfill–that potential, wishing we could all—all people—speak to and universally understand each other.

Make art about the power of language.
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23 May 2016

I stopped on the way home yesterday, caught by an intriguing historical sign, marking The Church of the Blind Preacher.

Make art inspired by a historical marker, or by an intriguing historical character.
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Monday Must Read! Ace Boggess: The Prisoners

 

boggess-photoThis week meet Ace Boggess, the author of two books of poetry: The Prisoners (Brick Road Poetry Press, 2014) and The Beautiful Girl Whose Wish Was Not Fulfilled (Highwire Press, 2003). His novel, A Song Without a Melody, is forthcoming from Hyperborea Publishing. His writing has appeared in Harvard Review, Mid-American Review, RATTLE, River Styx, North Dakota Quarterly and many other journals. He lives in Charleston, West Virginia.

(I first read Ace’s poetry years ago when I was editing The Dos Passos Review and loved it, the boldness, the elegance, the careful heartbreaking balance between humor and humanity. Good good stuff, y’all.)

Buy The Prisoners!

http://brickroadpoetrypress.com/order-books/the-prisoners-by-ace-boggess

Buy The Beautiful Girl Whose Wish Was Unfulfilled

http://www.amazon.com/Beautiul-Girl-Whose-Wish-Fulfilled/dp/0972180117

Read More From Ace Online

http://www.heartwoodlitmag.com/aceboggess/

http://www.rattle.com/tag/ace-boggess/

http://lightningkeyreview.com/blog/life-of-crime-ace-boggess/

https://voxpopulisphere.com/2014/09/27/ace-boggess-four-poems/

http://www.subtletea.com/aceboggesspoetry.htm

http://www.caveat-lector.org/2401/website/poetry/boggess.html

http://www.cortlandreview.com/issue/69/boggess.php

http://www.reduxlitjournal.com/2014/02/118-two-poems-by-ace-boggess.html

https://themuseumofamericana.net/issues/current-issue-7/poetry/two-poems-by-ace-boggess/

Interviews

https://permafrostmag.com/2015/09/09/interview-with-ace-boggess/

http://www.missourireview.com/tmr-blog/2013/10/literature-on-lockdown-ace-boggess/

https://geosireads.wordpress.com/2014/09/24/ace-boggess-on-drug-addiction-life-in-prison-writing-advice-for-drug-addicts/

Hear Ace Read

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N75JaAp963A

And Sing 🙂

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ychiXKghuU

 

 

Happy Reading, y’all!

xo

Mary

Choosing Gratitude <3 A Poem From My Latest Book

Yesterday was a hard day. I am so disheartened by the viciousness of this political season, but thanks to the kindness of people yesterday, I am reminded that the choice for Joy is mine to make, that Gratitude is my way. 

Yep. Today is a better day, thanks to the kindness of people yesterday and last night, and thanks to the unfollow button, and thanks to my sewing and my crazy hippie yard, and the puppies, and my kids, and my beautiful sister Crickett, and to all the beautiful reminders of how Light is the answer to shadow, kindness is the answer to nastiness, compassion is the answer to fear, and Love is the way of it all.

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from my book A Little Blood, A Little Rain, from FutureCycle Press

Praise This and That

no matter the slip of time, no matter the hip that aches at night, no matter the growing silence that stands at the edge of the bed, waiting for you to rise into another day past fifty, another year past young. Praise the getting up, praise the shower songs to be sung. Praise the towel, the soap, the float of lavender scented steam. Praise the lingering edges of a dream you want to remember, and then praise the memory as it slides away. Praise the click and hum of the heater as it warms the day. Praise the robe like a frayed old friend. Praise the beginning of the day and the reminder that night can end. Praise the miracle of pockets, the chime of the chain and locket you string around your neck. Praise the giggle that comes when you’re glad that no one hears you sing in the morning. Praise the desire that keeps you singing. Praise the foggy mirror, the sweetness of toothpaste, the ringing clink of cups on counters. Praise the shuffle comfort of slippers, praise the arch of the foot and the more than half a century of walking. Praise the coolness of the tile, the remembered talk of children and their school day laughter. Especially praise the tender mothering of water. Praise the doors and windows, that they open and close as they do. Praise the light switch and the fragile bulb, the pup who shakes with joy that you’re awake. Praise the give and the take of family. Praise even that angry cat with her yellow eyes, who waits in the middle of the kitchen floor, looking pointedly at the door while the coffee brews, who points her lock-picking paw at you, as if to say, You are not, you know, as quick as you used to be. Praise the brown-edged toast, the seaside smell of butter as it melts, the cream that ribbons the coffee, the svelte red bird with its glass bead eye who watches you through the window that needs washing, wanting to know exactly when you plan to put out that seed you promised. Praise the music of his scolding, the way he ignores the caucusing crows. Praise the clothes, both clean and needing washing. Praise the sweater your mother gave you, the one you thought you hated but know now feels like love. Praise the practicality of closets, the keys that jingle as you claim them. Praise the rituals as you name them. Praise the doorway where you linger, to look back at the tumble of sheets you’re grateful to have but haven’t straightened. Praise the way your throat thickens, the elevator drop of your heart, praise the tears of remembering when. Praise all things, the beginning and the end. Praise the struggle and the storm, praise the sun that follows, that ladder of light from window to floor. Praise the constancy of both the living and the dead. Praise knowing how to live and learning how to die. Praise even the cold side of the bed, where love used to lie. Praise the door as you close it. Praise the gratitude you feel, for the warm, for the loss, but especially for the love, for having had the chance, if even just for a time, to know it.

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Daily Prompt <3 Healing the Divide

20 May 2016

Make art about healing what divides us. 

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Some Much Needed Wisdom

from my beautiful late husband ❤ John Little Bear Eaton ❤

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