Photo finish Friday: “Wing tip”

Oftentimes the biggest thing holding you down is the crap from above that lands on your wings.

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Haiku to you Thursday: “Love is…”

Purple Iris after a rain.

 

Love is a flower. /

Often too short a time /

but always a wonder.

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Guidelines | Ploughshares

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Emerging Writer’s Contest

Deadline is May 22, 2017

The Emerging Writer’s Contest is open to writers of fiction, nonfiction, and poetry who have yet to publish or self-publish a book. The winner in each genre will be awarded $2,000. Read past winners of the contest here. To submit to the Emerging Writer’s Contest, please visit our submission manager.

The 2017 contest judges are Garth Greenwell (fiction), Meghan Daum (nonfiction), and Natalie Diaz (poetry).

Publication
The winning story, essay, and poems from the 2017 contest will be published in the Winter 2017-18 issue of Ploughshares, and each writer will receive $2,000 and two copies of the issue in which their work appears.

Eligibility
You are eligible if you:

  • Have yet to publish a book (including chapbooks, eBooks, translations, books in other languages/countries, and self-published works).
  • Have no book forthcoming before April 15, 2018.
  • Are not affiliated with Ploughshares or Emerson College as a contributing author, volunteer screener, blogger, intern, student, staff member, or faculty member.
  • Will not have a relationship with Emerson before April 15, 2018 (example: if there is a chance you will attend the Emerson MFA program in the coming year or if your work has been accepted for publication for an upcoming issue).

Submitting
The contest opens March 1, 2017 at noon EST and has been extended to May 22, 2017 at noon EST. We will announce winners in mid-September, 2017.

Fiction and Nonfiction: Under 6,000 words
Poetry: 3-5 pages

Submit one entry per year via our online submission manager.

  • No entries via email or mail will be considered for the contest.
  • Submitted work must be original and previously unpublished in any form.
  • For poetry, we will be reading both for the strongest individual poem and the general level of work, and may choose to publish one, some, or all of the winner’s submitted poems.
  • Cover letters are not necessary. All identifying information will be removed from submissions.

Entry Fee
Entry to the contest requires a $24 fee, which is waived if the submitter is a current subscriber. The fee is:

  • Payable by Visa or MasterCard through the online submission system.
  • Includes a 1-year subscription to Ploughshares (beginning with the Spring 2017 issue and ending with the Winter 2017-18 issue).
  • Includes free submissions to the 2017 reading period

Current subscribers—through the Winter 2017-18 issue—may submit for free.*

*If you are a current subscriber, you will still be prompted to checkout, but you will not be required to enter your credit card information and will not be charged.

To submit to the Emerging Writer’s Contest, please visit our submission manager.

Source: Guidelines | Ploughshares

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cARtOONSdAY: “nOVEL iDEA”

Dear Muse, is it okay if I write this novel in memo form instead of regular chapters?

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Monday (morning) writing joke: “Faking it”

There once was a writer ignorant of history, /

For whom dates and names were a mystery. /

Did it happen there? /

Did anyone really care? /

It let him tell the story so simplistically.

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The pot and the kettle

Letting off steam.

 

The pot and the kettle

The pot and the kettle /

made of weak metal /

are less than fundamental: /

They’re not right./

 

They put on displays /

In fundamental ways /

Undermining mainstays /

And creating only blight./

 

“My lies can’t compete /

With falsehoods you repeat./

Put down your tweet /

And tell me what to say.”/

 

But the pot said to the kettle:/

“You’ve got to keep your mettle/

Because I won’t settle/

For nothing less today./

 

“We remain on course/

In all our discourse/

There will be no divorce/

From my lies that are true.”/

 

Said the kettle to the pot:/

“You have said a lot/

Some of which has begot/

Us in a trouble or two.”/

 

“That doesn’t matter.”/

The pot said like a mad hatter./

“All the facts are but chatter/

That will go away./

 

“We must all remember/

The role of a dissembler/

Is not in any way render/

Anything that will stay./

 

“A lie we tell here/

We tell it loud and clear/

But we do not ever steer/

As if those words are right./

 

“We will lie as we must/

As on and on they discuss/

That in us they cannot trust/

And in that is our might.”/

 

“We start at the beginning/

And blame them for our sinning/

Grafting and grinning/

Together all the way./

 

“For the true believer/

Has a different receiver/

And it matters not which lever/

We jerk down today.”/

 

The pot and the kettle /

made of weak metal /

are less than fundamental: /

They’re not right./

 

They put on displays /

In fundamental ways /

Undermining mainstays /

Creating death and blight./

 

–by David E. Booker

 

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Photo finish Friday: “Cold one”

Photo courtesy of Chris Brock.

 

The coldest beer in the USA

by David E. Booker

 

The coldest beer in the USA

Drive up and down the pike

Turn left or turn right

You won’t find another

As cold and as clear tonight.

 

My truck broke down.

My dog died suddenly

And my woman, she left me

Running off with my brother

What else bad can there be?

 

The coldest beer in the USA

Drive up and down the pike

Turn left or turn right

You won’t find another

As cold and as clear tonight.

 

My barber’s quiet frown

Says my hair’s gone astray

Fading from my head, more each day.

Being bald makes me shudder.

I cry and throw my comb away.

 

The coldest beer in the USA

Drive up and down the pike

Turn left or turn right

You won’t find another

As cold and as clear tonight.

 

One left and eleven down.

Empties rattle in the back.

Now here comes the local flack.

He’s after me and no other.

I sip the last of the twelve pack.

 

The coldest beer in the USA

Drive up and down the pike

Turn left or turn right

You won’t find another

As cold and as clear tonight.

 

Sitting in a cell downtown

Waiting to be shipped to the jail

Nobody left to throw my bail.

Then I see my dear ol’ brother.

The look of man about to fail.

 

The coldest beer in the USA

Drive up and down the pike

Turn left or turn right

You won’t find another

As cold and as clear tonight.

 

I give him my best frown.

He walks over and says to me:

“Brother forgive and let it be

“She ran off with yet another.

“Our half-brother who’d been at sea.”

 

The coldest beer in the USA

Drive up and down the pike

Turn left or turn right

Sadly, we can’t have another

On this cold and clear tonight.

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