Daily Prompt Love <3 Fighting On Behalf of Love <3
5 December 2017
Make art about someone fighting to make the world a better place, an everyday Love Warrior.
HeartWood, a literary magazine in association with the low-res MFA at West Virginia Wesleyan College, is accepting submissions for the October issue. Seeking poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction.
Guidelines for journal here: http://www.heartwoodlitmag.com/submit/
HeartWood also hosts an annual broadside competition, open for reading now.
A writing practice requires us to slow down, reflect, attend. HeartWood Literary Magazine & West Virginia Wesleyan’s MFA Program seek to honor this practice with an annual broadside series and contest. Partnering with West Virginia letterpress company Base Camp Printing, we print the winning entry (poetry or flash prose) on a limited-edition letterpress broadside featuring an original image inspired by the text. The annual broadside serves as artifact companion to the fall issue of the digital magazine. Both the handmade and the electronic HeartWood venues aim to showcase work that gets to the heart of the matter.
2017 Contest Judge: MAGGIE ANDERSON is the author of five books of poems most recently Dear All, (Four Way Books, 2017) and five edited or co-edited volumes of poetry. She was the founding director of the Wick Poetry Center and founder and editor of the Wick Poetry Series of the Kent State University Press. Anderson was also the Director of the Northeast Ohio MFA in creative writing from 2006-2009 and is the recipient of two grants from the National Endowment for the Arts as well as grants from the Ohio, West Virginia, and Pennsylvania Councils on the Arts. Maggie Anderson is Professor Emerita in English of Kent State University and currently lives in Asheville, NC.
Broadside Guidelines here: http://www.heartwoodlitmag.com/contest/

So honored to share work from CL Bledsoe,. J. P. Dancing Bear, Darnell Arnoult, Caroline Malone, Kiyah Moore , Sarah Robinson, Austin Jr., Katlin Brock, Amber Tran, Karla Van Vliet, Kayla Pearce, Susan Moorhead, Meaghan Quinn, Susan Moorhead, Nan Macmillan, Jeremy Reed, Brian Koester, LeighAnna Schesser, Adam McGraw, and Janice Hornburg
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Thanks and Love to the tireless staff
❤ As always, Danielle Kelly, CM Chapman, Beth Feagan, Susan Good, Mary Imo Stike, Jessica Spruill, and Vincent James Trimboli–you rock!
Beautiful work, getting to the heart of the matter
Check it out!
And don’t miss the guidelines for our second annual HeartWood Broadside Series Competition. Contest open now!

Margaret Atwood has been and remains one of the poets whose work made me want to write. I discovered her collection Two-Headed Poems when I was in my teens, and I go back to it still, these amazing fearless poems. This poem is not from that collection, but it answers the one I remember best. And it’s the poem that found me today ❤
The Woman Makes Peace With Her Faulty Heart
by Margaret Atwood
It wasn’t your crippled rhythm
I could not forgive, or your dark red
skinless head of a vulture
but the things you hid:
five words and my lost
gold ring, and the fine blue cup
you said was broken,
that stack of faces, gray
and folded, you claimed
we’d both forgotten,
the other hearts you ate,
and all that discarded time you hid
from me, saying it never happened.
There was that, and the way
you would not be captured,
sly featherless bird, fat raptor
singing your raucous punctured song
with your talons and your greedy eye
lurking high in the molten sunset
sky behind my left cloth breast
to pounce on strangers.
How many times have I told you:
the civilized world is a zoo,
not a jungle, stay in your cage.
And then the shouts
of blood, the rage as you threw yourself
against my ribs.
As for me, I would have strangled you
gladly with both hands,
squeezed you closed, also
your yelps of joy.
Life goes more smoothly without a heart,
without that shiftless emblem,
that flyblown lion, magpie, cannibal
eagle, scorpion with its metallic tricks
of hate, that vulgar magic,
that organ the size and color
of a scalded rat,
that singed phoenix.
But you’ve shoved me this far,
old pump, and we’re hooked
together like conspirators, which
we are, and just as distrustful.
We know that, barring accidents,
one of us will finally
betray the other; when that happens,
it’s me for the urn, you for the jar.
Until then, it’s an uneasy truce,
and honor between criminals.

We’re still reading, but closing in on final selections for our April issue, so send us your best–poetry, fiction, creative nonfiction.
Website: http://www.heartwoodlitmag.com/
Guidelines: http://www.heartwoodlitmag.com/submit/

1 December 2016
On December 1, 1955, in Montgomery, Alabama, Parks refused to obey bus driver’s order to give up her seat in the colored section to a white passenger, after the white section was filled.
Make art inspired by this, about doing what’s right.

Feral: ˈferəl,ˈfirəl/
adjective
Df: (especially of an animal) in a wild state, especially after escape from captivity or domestication.
Make art about wildness, about being in a state of wildness, about escaping domestication.

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