Weekend Prompt Love <3
11/5/2016
Make art about turning around, going back.
11/6/2016
Make art about slipping away.
Posts tagged ‘work’
Daily Prompt Love <3 Mapping It All Out
4 November 2016
I love my GPS, but I also love my old school Atlas Map. Make art about maps, mapping, or going off the map.
Daily Prompt Love <3 Reconnecting through Common Ground
10/9/2016
Make art about connections made through food, connections in the present, or to the past.
Friday Call for Submissions Love <3 Double Call from Hofstra
Hofstra University Has Two Forums for Your Literary Work
Submissions accepted year-round.
Submissions for AMP: Always Electric (a digital literary site) are accepted in poetry, short prose, innovative and cross-genre texts, video poems and literary videos. AMP is a project of the Hofstra University Digital Research Center and is co-sponsored by the MFA program and the Department of English. amp.hofstradrc.org
Windmill: The Hofstra Journal of Literature & Art accepts both print and digital submissions including fiction, creative nonfiction, art and photography, and poetry. Our inaugural issue will be published in January 2017. Windmill is a joint project of Hofstra University’s MFA in Creative Writing and BA in English/Publishing Studies. hofstrawindmill.com
Daily Prompt Catch-Up! Storms, and Shrines, and What We Can Learn <3
10/4/2016
I grew up in Hurricane Alley, eastern North Carolina, so the preparation for these big storms is something I learned early. Hurricane Matthew has ripped through Haiti, and is on his way to the US East Coast. All my provisions are laid in, flashlights and emergency equipment in place and ready, and I’ve battened down as much as I can. But sometimes Mama Nature’s just too big and unpredictable for any kind of preparation.
Make art about preparing the best you can.
10/5/2016
Thinking a lot today about all the ways people find their way to, or demonstrate faith. Took me immediately to one of my top three favorite songs, The Mountain, by Dave Carter and Tracy Grammer.
Excerpted Lyrics by Dave Carter
Some build temples and some find altars,
some come in tall hats and robes spun fine.
Some in rags, some in gemstone halters,
some push the pegs back in line.
I see the mountain, the mountain comes to me,
I see the mountain and that is all I see.
Make art about temples or altars or shrines, faith in some unexpected way.
10/6/2016
Road Angel Andrea at Walmart today told me about her grandmama teaching her to sew, first by making curtains, long straight hems, she said, over and over again, summer curtains, winter curtains with their heavy lining. She said her grandmama was patient but tough, making her tear out crooked stitches, and try again til she got it right. “I learned to take my time,” she said. “I learned to take my time, look ahead of the foot, and how a pair of curtains can make all the difference in a room.”
Make art about curtains. Or about what you learned from an elder.
Before I Hit the Road Call for Submissions Love <3 Otis Nebula
Otis Nebula Now Open to Submissions
Deadline: Rolling
Otis Nebula is now accepting submissions of poetry, fiction, nonfiction, video, and hybrid forms. To get a sense of what we’re looking for, please read an issue, available for free online.
Website: http://www.otisnebula.com/otisnebula/Home.html
Submission details: www.otisnebula.com/otisnebula/contribute.html.
Daily Prompt <3 On Work
28 June 2016
“if you’re old enough to read this you know what work is”~Philip Levine
Make art about what work is.
Daily Prompt <3 What Work Is
Happy National Poetry Month! Another favorite poem from a favorite poet 🙂 And a Prompt at the end!
What Work Is
We stand in the rain in a long line
waiting at Ford Highland Park. For work.
You know what work is—if you’re
old enough to read this you know what
work is, although you may not do it.
Forget you. This is about waiting,
shifting from one foot to another.
Feeling the light rain falling like mist
into your hair, blurring your vision
until you think you see your own brother
ahead of you, maybe ten places.
You rub your glasses with your fingers,
and of course it’s someone else’s brother,
narrower across the shoulders than
yours but with the same sad slouch, the grin
that does not hide the stubbornness,
the sad refusal to give in to
rain, to the hours of wasted waiting,
to the knowledge that somewhere ahead
a man is waiting who will say, “No,
we’re not hiring today,” for any
reason he wants. You love your brother,
now suddenly you can hardly stand
the love flooding you for your brother,
who’s not beside you or behind or
ahead because he’s home trying to
sleep off a miserable night shift
at Cadillac so he can get up
before noon to study his German.
Works eight hours a night so he can sing
Wagner, the opera you hate most,
the worst music ever invented.
How long has it been since you told him
you loved him, held his wide shoulders,
opened your eyes wide and said those words,
and maybe kissed his cheek? You’ve never
done something so simple, so obvious,
not because you’re too young or too dumb,
not because you’re jealous or even mean
or incapable of crying in
the presence of another man, no,
just because you don’t know what work is.
Make art about what work is.
Mary Carroll-Hackett: Poetry and Prose 
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