Daily Prompt Love <3 Follow
17 April 2019
Make art about who’s following you.
Posts tagged ‘memoirs’
Daily Prompt Love <3 Words, Skin
16 April 2019
“I have so many words–“chink” words and :gook” words, too–that they do not fit on my skin.” — from The Woman Warrior by Maxine Hong Kingston.
Make art about the words you have, the words imprinted on your skin.
Daily Prompt Love <3 Nesting
15 April 2019
Make art about nests, about nesting, about building a nest, about the topography of nests.
Daily Prompt Love Catch-Up <3 Anger
14 April 2019
Make art about someone else’s anger, about being the target of or setting boundaries against someone else’s anger. Or about understanding that anger is often fear.
Friday Call for Submissions Love <3 Adanna
Adanna Literary Journal is accepting poetry, fiction, essay, and book
review submissions until May 1 for the Fall 2019 issue.
“We are looking for work that is devoted to the women’s experience. All
topics must in some way explore women’s issues or experiences such as
motherhood, loss, issues of inequality, romantic relationships, the
experience of being a daughter, caretaker, etc. We also welcome work
from the male perspective on these topics.”
Representative authors include: Jennifer Arin, Ronda Broatch, Cheryl
Buchanan, Sarah Busse, Cathy Carlisi, George Drew, Patricia Fargnoli,
Alice B. Fogel, Ruth Foley, Maria Mazziotti Gillan, Oscar Gonzales,
Penny Harter, Kathleen Hoerth, Claire Keyes, Kathleen Kirk, Judy
Kronenfeld, Katharyn Howd Machan, Marjorie Maddox, Robin Lim, John
McDermott, Judith H. Montgomery, Lois Greene Stone, Barbara Siman
Strouse and many others.
All published authors receive a free contributor’s copy. To see full
guidelines visit https://www.adannaliteraryjournal.org/
Daily Prompt Love <3 Burning Building
20 February 2019
“you say love is a burning building: then run in:”–JP Dancing Bear
Make art about that burning building.
Daily Prompt Love <3 Lost in the Branches
15 February 2019
Woke this morning to the heartbreaking sound of chainsaws, taking down several large oaks at the little church across the street, trees that are easily hundreds of years old. The crash as they fell echoed all around us.
Make art about what’s lost when we lose a tree, about what’s lost in those branches, or about the spirit of trees.
Mary Carroll-Hackett: Poetry and Prose 
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