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February 22, 2019
Daily Prompt Love <3 Landing
22 February 2019
“My heartbeat sends the vulture away. Circling, circling
the ruin, deciding where to land.”- Nick Stanovick
Make art about deciding where to land.
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February 21, 2019
Daily Prompt Love <3 Out of Place
21 February 2019
Make art about what’s out of place.
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February 20, 2019
Daily Prompt Love <3 Burning Building
20 February 2019
“you say love is a burning building: then run in:”–JP Dancing Bear
Make art about that burning building.
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February 19, 2019
Daily Prompt Love s Okay to Ask
19 February 2019
Took me a long time, a lifetime, to learn to do this.
Make art about asking for help.
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February 18, 2019
Monday Must Read! The Uses of the Body by Deborah Landau
Deborah Landau is the author of three collections of poetry. Her poems have appeared in The Paris Review, Poetry, The New Yorker, Tin House, and The New York Times. She directs the Creative Writing Program at New York University and lives in Brooklyn.
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Purchase The Uses of the Body here, thanks to Copper Canyon Press.
“A thrilling meditation on the passages of a woman’s life.”
–O, The Oprah Magazine
“Like Richard Linklater’s Boyhood, but for girls (and women): Deborah Landau’s vividly relatable third collection, The Uses of the Body, reminds us that coming of age lasts well beyond adolescence. ”
–Vogue
Deborah Landau’s third collection, The Uses of the Body, is propelled by two unanticipated events–a death and a birth. The drives and vulnerabilities of the female body, and its various “uses,” fill these lyrically haunting poems with tenderness, regret, and desire. The poems slant and swerve as Landau explores the complexities of marriage, motherhood, and sexuality, conjuring a cherished domestic life beset by ennui and illness and singing often unspoken truths.
The uses of the body are wake up.
The uses of the body, illusion.
The uses of the body. Rinse,repeat.
To make another body.
September. Draw the blanket up.
Lace your shoes.
The major and minor passions.
Sunlight. Hair.
The basic pleasures. Tomatoes, Keats,
meeting a smart man for a drink.
The uses of the body.
It is only a small house. It gets older.
Daily Prompt Love <3 Blood
18 February 2019
There is blood, there, he says
Blood here too, down here, she says
Only blood, the Blood Mother sings – Juan Felipe Herrera
Make art about what the blood remembers.
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February 17, 2019
Daily Prompt Love <3 Dreams & Wolves
17 February 2019
A recurring dream returned last night, one where an old wolf, his amber eyes glowing, appears in my bedroom. He circles the room a few times, then climbs up on the end of my bed, curls up and goes to sleep.
Make art about a recurring dream, or wolves.
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February 16, 2019
Daily Prompt Love <3 Begins With Rain
16 February 2019
“I think to Earth
it looks like the first first rain, the water
of the beginning”- Jeffrey Bean
Make art about what begins with rain, or that begins with rain, or about ‘the first first rain.’
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February 15, 2019
Friday Call for Submission Love <3 little somethings
little somethings press seeks all things flash and micro
Deadline: March 15, 2019
“What gnaws at your bones? little somethings press: a collection of small writings is seeking all things flash and micro—memoir, fiction, and poetry—that delve into the grittiness and beauty (why not make room for some optimism) of modern life. Confessions, rants, lessons learned, rebirths, regrets, and anything else are welcome as long as they fit on one page. Prose is limited to 250 words. Poets can submit up to 4 micro poems of 50 words each, or one poem no longer than 15 lines.”
Please send all submissions to littlesomethingspress@gmail.com as Word documents by March 15th. Visit their site at littlesomethingspress.com
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Daily Prompt Love <3 Lost in the Branches
15 February 2019
Woke this morning to the heartbreaking sound of chainsaws, taking down several large oaks at the little church across the street, trees that are easily hundreds of years old. The crash as they fell echoed all around us.
Make art about what’s lost when we lose a tree, about what’s lost in those branches, or about the spirit of trees.
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