"This work is unlike any other, in its range of rich, conjuring imagery and its dexterity, its smart voice. Carroll-Hackett doesn’t spare us—but doesn’t save us—she draws a blueprint of power and class with her unflinching pivot: matter-of-fact and tender." —Jan Beatty

Posts tagged ‘generations of women’

Daily Prompt Love <3 The Procession

12 May 2019 

Make art about the procession of women, about women ancestors, about the shoulders we stand on. 

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Image by Richard Mcall from Pixabay

Monday Must Read! Crone by Clare L. Martin

Clare L. Martin’s Seek the Holy Dark was selected as the 2017 Louisiana Series of Cajun and Creole Poetry by Yellow Flag Press. Her debut, Eating the Heart First, was published in 2012 by Press 53. Martin founded and edits the poetry magazine, MockingHeart Review. She lives in Louisiana with her husband and daughter.

Visit Clare’s website 

Read excerpts and purchase this beautiful book here from NixesMate

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Praise for Crone

“Clare Martin’s Crone is a feast for eyes and ears, seductive in its use of both imagery and sound. Celebrating the sometimes terrifying, sometimes life-giving teachings of the wise woman,  Crone evokes a woman’s coming-to-power, an epic “cronesong” of spells and potions in the form of poetry.”
–Sheryl St.Germain, author of The Small Door of Your Death.
Clare Martin’s Crone glows equal parts magic, music, and muscle. Her lines are laced with ambergris and jasmine, ghosts and wolfbreath. I would call Martin’s art a gorgeous dream, but that would ignore the blood, bone, and heart that drive this book at its core. Crone is the creation of a poet at the height of her powers, in full voice, and mesmerizing. Immerse yourselves in these lines, friends. You’ll rise from their waters cleansed and awed.  —Jack B. Bedell, author of No Brother, This Storm, Poet Laureate, State of Louisiana, 2017-2019
“Clare L. Martin is a mysterious spellcaster. CRONE is a lush and dizzying monster of a poem. Coming through it made me see the world anew.”
Luis Alberto Urrea, author of House of Broken Angels

Special Weekend Call for Submissions <3 Voice of Eve

Voice of Eve Accepting Women’s Poetry and Art

Submissions accepted year-round.

Voice of Eve is a magazine dedicated to women’s poetry and artwork.

“We celebrate women, their spirit, and their expression through art.”

Please read guidelines at www.voiceofeve.net/submissions before submitting.

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Daily Prompt Love <3 Daughters

3 March 2019 

Today is my daughter’s 32nd birthday. She is beautiful and brave and smart and loving, and I am grateful and humbled to know her. She has been and remains one of my most important teachers. 

Make art about daughters.

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Daily Prompt Love <3 'Both furious and magnificent'

25 February 2019 

“blessed be she who is both furious and magnificent” ―Taylor Rhodes 

Make art about a woman who is furious and magnificent. 

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Some All-Women Call For Submissions Love <3 Gambling the Aisle

Gambling the Aisle Seeks Submissions for an All-Women’s Edition

Deadline: December 2, 2017

 

Gambling the Aisle is now accepting submissions for its first All-Women’s edition. The pages of issue 13 will be dedicated to, and filled by, female artists and writers of poetry, fiction, nonfiction, visual art, and other genre-bending creations.

If you identify as a woman, for more information and to submit, please visit their Submittable page.

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Happy National Poetry Month <3 Her Kind, Anne Sexton

Her Kind

Anne Sexton

I have gone out, a possessed witch,
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light:
lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.
A woman like that is not a woman, quite.
I have been her kind.

I have found the warm caves in the woods,
filled them with skillets, carvings, shelves,
closets, silks, innumerable goods;
fixed the suppers for the worms and the elves:
whining, rearranging the disaligned.
A woman like that is misunderstood.
I have been her kind.

I have ridden in your cart, driver,
waved my nude arms at villages going by,
learning the last bright routes, survivor
where your flames still bite my thigh
and my ribs crack where your wheels wind.
A woman like that is not ashamed to die.
I have been her kind.



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