It’s time to adjust my sleep pattern again. We have been going to bed obnoxiously late and waking up later than usual. In two days, Sofia goes back to school, which means I have to start waking up two hours earlier than I have been and I am NOT ready!
But anyway, it will be a rainy day, but in the 40’s in January, so I won’t complain. I am reworking a piece on growing older for a submissions call that I will post below.
Just re-cracked, The World Split Open, Four Centuries of Women Poets in England and America, 1552-1950. One of those impulse buys when I was devouring all things poetry and of course, women and was reminded that Emily Dickinson only published seven poems when alive, though I remember when I was younger, NOT wanting to be like her. Having success find me when I’m dead.
Speaking of death, here is a bite from Adelaide Crapsey (1878-1914)
Triad These be Three silent things: The falling snow … the hour Before the dawn … the mouth of one Just dead. Here is the call I wrote about above: The Last Girls Club: Panic This is a feminist horror magazine and they’re reading fiction and poetry on the ‘Panic’ theme. “Either personal panic, like PTSD or phobias; or global panics like epidemics or famine/water. Get creative. We had a panic over baby formula and cat food in the US this year. The sky is the limit for how civilization or an individual will fall. We’re all holding on by our fingernails these days.” Deadline: 1 February 2023 Length: Up to 2,500 words; up to 3 poems Pay: $0.01/word, up to $25; $10 for poetry Details here. The Last Girls Club
Thanks for posting various Calls for Submissions. Gives me another source to consider!