Writing Opportunities (Publishing)Last updated 29th June 2013Writing Opportunities (Publishing) by BeccaJS
We would love to hear feedback from people if they are using this! Have you entered something listed here? Have you won something? Are you actively using this? We want to ensure we are giving the community something worthwhile here- and please don't forget to add opportunities you find to the list too- the more people adding things, the better!
As writers, we always talk about “getting that piece published sometime” or “maybe submitting to a few places”, but how many of us actually eat our words and get on with it?
It was suggested that perhaps we could help nudge you guys by sharing with you the opportunities we know of. Personally, I'm not well explored, but what I do know is that the community is! Therefore this journal is a chance to share the opportunities you find.
How this is going to work?
If you find an opportunity, add a c
Love dA Lit: Issue 113Welcome to the one-hundred thirteenth issue of Love dA Lit! Every Sunday this article will aim to promote volunteer opportunities, various resources, prompts, challenges, and workshops, as well as highlighting various contests, and spotlighting a specific group every week. This is by no means a complete list of all the literature going-ons, merely a tool to help you get involved and stay informed.Love dA Lit: Issue 113 by HugQueen
This week’s group spotlight is Glory-Be-Project!
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Papaya WhipPapaya whip-Papaya Whip by vespera
ghost of the fruit
milking itself through
cream and froth; the soft
hint of a voice
through the wall, a neighbor
soothing the baby-
the moment sweet
on the tongue, almost
slides down the throat
tender and mild across skin
ripens the tree
no man is an islandloveno man is an island by 0hgravity
is an ocean
in its coldshoulder ebb
in its embracing flow
into the blueness
to smooth this roughness
our outer selves
hold us shellless
in its complex infinity
and to lower us slowly
into its depths
whiskey ghoststhere's talk curling up through the smokelacedwhiskey ghosts by disrhythmic
sepia, brushing along the rafters and
making soft, swirling exits
through the chinks.
a friend on each arm, to the last man:
jack on the scarred wood, samuel
safe in scarred leather.
the rest are merely
of the most dangerous kind.
"the boys are talkin bout
eye contact is
economized--only the tightest of glances
to faces, to windows, to exits,
"let them." corner table--the hush
three steps and a mile
away, someone shuffles cards.
wolfish leer and baritone
rasp, rumbling through teeth--
"we'll all be
dark with age and
memory, has heard it all
the night grins on,
dragging with silver claws over the
|'Cause I dig... <3|
|A hero, if ever I had one.|
MovementThere’s enough anger in the airMovement by FuzzyHoser
to strangle anyone. Anyone can
say they’d do this or that. That
isn’t the point here. Here and now
makes our tomorrow. Tomorrow
is the focus. Focus on that – that
we need tomorrow. Tomorrow
will be our truth. Truth is noted
after the fact. Fact isn’t respected
in the now. Now is when we react
to what happened then. Then was
the foundation of it all. All must
recognize what is needed. Needed
now is ground to stand on. On this,
plant yourself – yourself, and not
someone else’s voice. Voice instead
your hope, your rage. Rage against
the wrongs, with your rights. Rights
ought to be as free as breath. Breath
should never be taken by hatred.
Dear Parents:Strike the soft skin of your children; leave marks.Dear Parents: by FuzzyHoser
Go on: show them how hard they must become
to be like you.
Mold them to be mindless: coach them to react
with fists; make them believe that words have
Shape them into an almighty monster: modern man.
Destroy their purity and imagination by damning them
with absurd words of a god who previous men
Teach children to follow a leader, and to not ever
break the circle they belong to, so society never
Above all: train them to question love, even your own.
WindowsHere am I, repeated,
and beyond waits everything
but everything is more
than I can bear.
I am not built for altitude
nor looking far afield;
groves and granite-sided mountains
stop my gaze
like rest for every tired wing;
a cover in the coldest time
snugged up beneath my chin.
Windows nothing more,
but safe lies there behind them
as the chambered hours pass;
safe sleeps there behind them
on the soft side of the glass.
The Town WitchEvery town has its witch. At least I think they do. I know ours does. She isn't scary like stories say she should be. She has a face like my older sister's, the one who isn't married yet, with an eager smile and bright eyes. Her hands though are like my Momma's, calloused and stretched with small roots under the skin.
Her cottage is just outside of town with a small path that runs down to the sea. Her garden is full of overgrown plants that Momma would always "tut" at when we walked by, but it's full of herbs and flowers that she tends with care. She always smells like the honeysuckle that grows around her door and like baking. She bakes often, with her windows thrown open, her singing drifting through her garden all way to the road, the thick sills stacked with rows of cooling pastries. She always leaves batches of small, sweet buns on the outer edge where us children could easily reach. Not that she ever let on that she knew we were taking them. It was the great game amongst us, pret
|I'm around if anyone needs to talk about anything. I miss being active with you guys and a part of your lives, so any time anyone needs an ear - I'm around. And if I don't know you, you're still welcome to give me a shout. Everyone needs someone to talk to sometimes, and I never mind listening (or reading) anything.|
I can't always keep up with proper thanks, but know that I do thank anyone who reads anything of mine.
Also, you're already welcome. So no need to thank me for a thing. (: