Lament

orangutanThe tropical sun

beams down on the arid earth,

palm trees stand in lines,

joyful songs of the forest

become the drumbeat of tears.

 

(photo from pixabay)

 

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#Tenword photo prompt

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Sting looked down, great idea for a song, “he thought.”

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#Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille and MLMM, December 12th 2018 … Angels

angel

In radiant guise

are messengers of the Lord.

Names taken in vain.

 

 

 

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Call for submissions: SPOTLIGHT BOOKS

An obviously great opportunity

ShortStops

Small books, big ideas– we’re looking for a few good writers.

Inventive.  Hidden.  Compelling.  Unrecognised.  Challenging.  Unheard. Beautiful.  Ambitious.

Creative Future, Myriad Editions and New Writing South seek the best unpublished English short fiction writers from under-represented backgrounds—those who face barriers due to mental health, disability, identity or social circumstance.

We’re looking for manuscripts of 8-10,000 words–no more, no less.  We’re happy with one long story or a selection of several.  

Six writers (three fiction writers and three poets) will be selected, supported to polish their manuscripts and further their careers, and be published in individual short books with international distribution.

For more info and how to enter, please click here 

Deadline: 24 February 2019

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Call for Submissions: Tales From The Forest

A great way to make your mark

ShortStops

Tales

Tales From The Forest is a quarterly online magazine full of art and poetry and fiction, and we’re delighted to announce the theme for our 10th issue.

It’s X.

What’s the literary term for “free-for-all”? That’s the theme of our next issue. X for 10. Write whatever you want.

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Fiction: no more than 1,000 words. Submit one piece only. 
Art: any medium. Submit one piece only. 
Poetry: any length. You guessed it: Submit one piece only.

Deadline: Sunday February 17th.

Please send your submission to talesfromtheforest.mag@gmail.com with a short bio.

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We are open to work that has been printed elsewhere.

We maintain the right to publish and archive your work.

All other rights remain with the author or artist.

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Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie #Photo Challenge #242

can choir

This was the hardest job I had ever undertaken since giving up my day job to become a stand-up comedian.

When I got a call from the BBC I thought my luck was in, my fortune made.

I soon changed my mind when they explained that I would be the warm-up guy entertaining the audience so that they could record the canned laughter for the radio shows.

 

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COLLEEN’S WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 114, Try & Life #SYNONYMSONLY

life-is-likea-cup-of-tea

On our first attempt

to justify existence

he was not convinced.

The creator of all  things

chose to  become destroyer.

 

 

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RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #231 Goal&Cup

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My ultimate goal

is to taste but not drain the

cup of happiness

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#Alphabet haiku ‘W’

Woefully we watch

worldwide waters warm within,

wandering whales weep

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Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie #First Line Fridays December 7th, 2018

500FEE93-4657-46B3-8782-F4639425B3E4Florence paused at the door, “what the hell did you just say?”

She watched as their only daughter Susan, wearing a face like thunder had jumped into her car and  set off up up the road with a screech of tyres and a trail of smoke.

Her husband Jim, sitting at the table looked guiltily at his wife. Then he couldn’t stop the corners of his mouth turning up as he started to smile.

“All I said was if she was going to sit outside wearing any less clothes, the neighbours would think she’d forgotten the bathtub. It was only a joke. I didn’t think she was that touchy.”

“Oh Jim, after all these years, will you never learn?”

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