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Daily Prompt <3 What Will We Leave Behind?

 

26 June 2016

“I leave to you a curious loom,

That I have wrought my dreams upon;

I beg you lay your hand to it

and weave a pattern when I’m gone.”

~James Lovell

Make art about legacy.

Daily Prompt Love <3 Country Traffic Jam

 

25 June 2016

Encountered a little slow down on the road yesterday[image error] Three calves had broken out and were gleefully chasing around, having a high old time[image error]

Make art about unexpected obstacles.[image error] Or about unexpected freedom[image error]

 

 

Daily Prompt <3 See You Later, Arrivederci, Au Revoir, Auf Wiedersehen, Slán, Adiós

24 June 2016

Brexit. 

Make art about choosing to leave, even when the choice leaves the future completely uncertain. 

united kingdom exit from europe relative image

Call for Submissions Love! Common Ground

Road trip tomorrow, so here’s some Call for Submissions Love before I go :-) 

COMMON GROUND REVIEW seeks engaging, well-crafted poems that surprise and illuminate, amuse and inform. Creative non-fiction and short stories must be no more than 12 pages, double-spaced. Two publications a year (Spring/Summer and Fall/Winter), no reading fees. We accept year-round submissions at our website; see submission guidelines, use the Submittable link, or send snail mail. Excite us!

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Submissions Guidelines

 

Daily Prompt <3 What Lightning Desires

23 June 2016

Wrote a poem this morning[image error] Haven’t done that in a while[image error] Called “The Girl Lightning Loved” :-) 

The Girl Lightning Loved

didn’t know how deeply she burned, was burned, her bones wicked through lifetime after lifetime….~Mary Carroll-Hackett 

Make art about what lightning, about what lightning desires. 

 

Daily Prompt Love <3

6/21/2016

I was raised Catholic, and in cultures that are very comfortable with the dead.

Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord,

and let perpetual light shine upon them.

May they rest in peace.

Amen.

Make art celebrating the dead. Or write a prayer for the dead. 

 

 

6/22/2016

Hold on, to me as we go

As we roll down this unfamiliar road

And although this wave is stringing us along

Just know you’re not alone

‘Cause I’m going to make this place your home

Settle down, it’ll all be clear

Don’t pay no mind to the demons

They fill you with fear

The trouble it might drag you down

If you get lost, you can always be found

Just know you’re not alone

‘Cause I’m going to make this place your home

~written by Greg Holden and Drew Pearson, performed by Phillip Phillips

Make art about remembering you’re not alone.

 

 

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Gratitude! Almost There! Retreat with The International Council of Thirteen Indigenous Grandmothers

Update! 

We’re now less than $200 away from making this dream of attending the retreat with The International Council of Thirteen Indigenous Grandmothers in August. I can’t even find the words to express how grateful I am to all of you, for giving, for sharing, for reading.

Meet the Grandmothers here in this video, and you’ll understand why attending this retreat would be truly the dream of a lifetime.

“Ours is an alliance of Prayer, Education, and Healing, for our Mother Earth,and her inhabitants, for all of the children, and for the seven generations to come….TIme is short…Time is calling us.”

Celebrating the wisdom of women, in hope and prayer that it will save us all ❤

Please visit my GoFundMe campaign here: 

Thank you in advance for reading, and sharing! 

Surrounding you all in Light and Love and Prayer and Joy ❤ and Gratitude, always Gratitude ❤

 

A Little Different Call for Submissions: The Artist Unleashed, and It Pays!

Write About Your Personal Experience as a Writer or Artist.

Submissions accepted year-round.

Earn $0.015 per word to be published on our blog, The Artist Unleashed. We want articles based on your personal experience as a writer or artist to help fellow creatives. Articles for this website must be about an aspect of writing and/or art and must also inspire and/or motivate, encourage discussion, offer advice or argue an opinion, and be rich with informative/engaging content. We will tweet and Facebook your post to get it as much exposure as possible. Views on a single post have reached 1500+ within 24 hours.

Please visit our website for submission guidelines: www.theartistunleashed.com.

Solstice Prompt <3 Memories of Lovers and the Body as Grace

20 June 2016

Here’s a solstice poem I wrote a few years ago, memory of a solstice back when I was a girl of eighteen, enchanted with a beautiful boy[image error]

This poem appears in my book If We Could Know Our Bones, from A-Minor Press ❤

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Remembering the Body as Grace

We all live in a house on fire. Tennessee Williams

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I dream back the hot slow sky your body was above me, goldleafed and dappled in early sun, in those running heated days of baggy shorts, thin shoulder straps, loosed barefoot in the woods, where the world wore the soft warm pelts we tumbled in, skins multicolored scarfs we slid out of, slid into, each other. We were hungering home.

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I wore some long breezy skirt, thinking Stevie Nicks would approve; in those days music made our maps, At a party to honor the March stars, I sat in your lap on Alan’s floor, after too much tequila, naming fish, aquarium after aquarium lining old apartment walls. Outside, a vernal moon split the day in two perfect halves, calling the first point of my Aries into startling alignment with your laugh.

3

Thirty-one suns have crossed the celestial equator since then, science and memory rearranging, the Earth’s elliptical orbit, bending, changing, precession, axis tugged in another direction. Spring even now is being reduced by one minute per year, singing as it goes. Naked to the native acre, bone-clear, the body knows what it knows.

4

Age has freed us from any need to hide, that sweet surrender of knowing celestial objects near the celestial equator are visible worldwide.

5

Assuming the body as love, my body remembers—you sleepy-eyed and unshaven, hair long, lit by light breaking into that space, where we tangled like sweet-sweating animals. What we didn’t know then, spring sliding home into summer, we do now, having worn these faces, lived in these skins, long enough to comprehend gravity as grace.

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Make art about a solstice memory, about the body as grace.

Daily Prompt Catch-Up <3 Fathers

19 June 2016

“I buried my father/in the sky./Since then, the birds/clean and comb him every morning”~Li-Young Lee

Make art about fathers.