Memorable writing that sparks imagination. Lean in. Hear the writer’s voice on the page. A Pantoum for Constance Demby By Leigh Anne Caryl They said she died almost without notice Thank God her music lingers Beautiful transcendent videos Visuals of stained glass gothic cathedrals Thank God her music lingers An unapologetic exploration of meditative melodies Lifting me above the Ethos Grand Visuals of stained glass gothic cathedrals An unapologetic exploration of meditative melodies Beautiful transcendent videos Visuals of stained glass gothic cathedrals They said she died almost without notice ______________________________________ Tribute to a Marin County Friend I will never forget Leigh Anne Caryl is a pen name. This is her poetic inner child and muse that has been a lifelong writer and constant internal friend, who feels safe to reveal the emotions, and deepest secrets within her soul. Her first published poem was in 1989. She was printed…
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The Disappointed Housewife
Notes from The Disappointed Housewife editor Kevin Brennan: “The Disappointed Housewife is a literary journal for writers, and readers, who are seeking something different. We like the idiosyncratic, the iconoclastic, the offbeat, the hard-to-categorize. Out of the universe of fiction, poetry, and creative nonfiction, we want to attract work that plays with form and presentation. Work that’s not just outside the box but turns the box inside out.” Excerpt from Mission Statement I took a long time debating whether to launch this literary journal. I wondered whether there’s really a need for another online gazette of literature and image, when readers hardly have time to read their friends’ Facebook pages much less an actual book now and then. But I got to thinking, there are an awful lot of writers out there, looking for places to share their work. And while blogs offer a kind of outlet for works of fiction, creative nonfiction, and poetry,…
Don’t Tell Anyone . . . Prompt #643
Writing Prompt: Don’t tell anyone . . . #justwrite #iamawriter #iamwriting
Divine Candy
Memorable writing that sparks imagination. Lean in. Hear the writer’s voice on the page. Divine Candy By Sandra de Helen On Route 66, Dead Man’s Curveour house with an outhouse on seven acreswith no running water,no candy store in sight. We ate the eggs our chickens lay,beans, potatoes, and greensMom picked in the woods.No sweets except on holidays. Grandma baked pies,Aunt Mame made candy:Chocolate fudge, peanut butter bars,and her heavenly divinity. Billowy clouds of white sugar,studded with walnuts Mame herselfpicked out with her prized nutcracker set. Black walnuts the family gathered togetherto gather from alongside gravel roadsof the nearby countryside. Once each year every small familywithin our larger familywere gifted a decorated boxof Aunt Mame’s treasured sweets. We rationed them, made them lastby savoring each bite with the mindfulnesswe’ve long since forgotten. Only my sister and I are left to recallour Aunt Mame and her gifts.No one thought to ask…
A Safe Place . . . Prompt #642
Today’s writing prompt starts with a visualization. Sit back. Relax. Breathe in deeply. Release and relax as you breathe out. Let go. Let your mind relax. Settle into your chair. Nothing for you to do right now, except be here. Nowhere for you to go. Let your mind drift. Go back to a time when you were little … 4 or 6 or 7 years old. A time when the world was fresh to you. Filled with new sights, adventures and exploring. A time when there was magic in the air. Full of possibilities. Take a deep breathe in and settle into your comfortable space. No worries. No hurries just now. This is your time, in your special place. Imagine or remember what your world was like when you were 4 or 6 or 7 years old. When everyone was taller than you. Everyone seemed wiser than you. But you…
Jon Batiste, radar, and writing
“I believe this to my core, there is no best musician, best artist, best dancer, best actor,” he began. “The creative arts are subjective and they reach people at a point in their lives when they need it most. It’s like a song or an album is made and it’s almost like it has a radar to find the person when they need it the most.” — Jon Batiste, during his 2022 Grammy winner for best album acceptance speech I think writing can be included in the creative arts category. When we’re lucky, our writing radar picks up news and events when we need them to enhance our writing. And that includes writing communities like The Write Spot. Welcome! I’m so glad you are here. The Write Spot Resources Page: Writing Blogs and Websites Places to submit writing Community groups Writing magazines ~Marlene #justwrite #iamwriting #iamawriter
Brevity Blog seeks submissions
Brevity Blog is the place to discuss issues related to the writing of creative nonfiction. “Though we don’t shy away from important issues in the writing community, the Brevity blog can also often be colloquial, personal, and at times irreverent or humorous, and our most popular posts tend to be those that are the least academic.” Appropriate topics for the Blog include the craft of writing nonfiction, issues in editing and publishing, writing conference and creative writing classroom experiences, interviews with writers or editors, prompts, close reading of essays or essayists, or specific issues that challenge us as we attempt to capture true experiences on the page. Word Count: 500 to1,000 word range (sweet spot is 850). Brevity Online Journal also welcomes submissions.
The next thing . . . Prompt #641
Writing Prompt: The next thing I want to do . . . Just Write! #justwrite #iamawriter #iamwriting
On My Mind . . . Prompt #640
Today’s Writing Prompt: What’s really on my mind . . . Just Write!~ #justwrite #iamawriter #iamwriting
Instructions for See’s Candy: A Love Song Learned from My Mother
Memorable writing that sparks imagination. Lean in. Hear the writer’s voice on the page. Instructions for See’s Candy: A Love Song Learned from My Mother By Susy Pareto “Life is a box of chocolates. Here’s how you do it,” she said without another word. Pick up a piece. chocolate filling marzipan truffle bricklePause to note the smooth, warm texture between thumb and finger. Now, bring it to your mouth,And slowly, steadily, bite down. Teeth cut through the buttery darknessLike cutting blades on a garden clipperThe sweetness seeps out like sap covers the tongue coats the palate transforms the sides into cool …