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The Works of Edgar Allan Poe

The Works of Edgar Allan Poe

October 21 / 17

I’ve posted a few works of Edgar Allan Poe and I’m going to do it again this year. Here are a few short videos of some of his most famous and not so famous works…..

Aaron Quinn

 

 

Edwin Leon

 

 

Jean & Tim ENG

Hope you enjoyed these as much as I did. Enjoy the rest of your weekend, be blessed.

 

 

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Wknd Scene: Book Review

Wknd Scene: Book Review

October 21 / 17

Hey! It’s the weekend and I have three things to pass along to you today. First, a book review from Literary Hub. Three books that are the rave is Lincoln in the Bardo by George Saunders, Whatever Happened to Interracial Love by Kathleen Collins and The Girls by Emma Cline.


 

Thomas Mallon, The New Yorker – “Saunders does a fine job—and has a fine time—quickening his little necropolis to literary life … Although readers may feel that Lincoln in the Bardohas little in common with the author’s dystopian short stories, there’s actually quite a lot of similarity in preoccupation and technique. Saunders often pays imaginative attention to corporations, bureaucracies, and nomenclature, and he has a predilection for creepy theme parks…In Saunders’s hands, Oak Hill, too, is a kind of theme park, with various rules and precincts and spectacles, as well as opportunities for the author’s parodic gifts … Even with this granular structure and its comic interludes, the book gathers a satisfying momentum, enough to reveal what Saunders has called, in one of his essays, a novel’s Apparent Narrative Rationale—what the writer and the reader have tacitly agreed the book is ‘about’ … he also elects to venture into Lincoln’s awareness and perceptions, and, when he does, it’s an all-in enterprise, a physical incursion undertaken not only to extract characterizing thoughts but also to influence them…Saunders is giving us an imaginative truth in keeping with a number of startling and benevolent short stories he has written, ones that end with characters reaching a low point and then pulling themselves back up.”

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Claire Fallon, The Huffington Post – “Collins’ impressionistic, psychologically observant collection captures moments from a past era that should remind idealistic readers today that our disillusionment is not new … At every turn, Collins burrows deep into the minds of her characters, mostly black women, and brings to life their daily joys and frustrations as well as their persistent anxieties … Nearly 30 years after her too-early passing, this author’s powerful debut collection manages to perfectly embody the existential torment of her country.”

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Kate Tuttle, The Los Angeles Times –  “The Girls is gorgeous, disquieting, and really, really good … [Cline’s] prose conveys a kind of atmospheric dread, punctuated by slyly distilled observation, not unlike the early cinematic style of Roman Polanski, whose wife, actress Sharon Tate, was killed by the Manson family. That deliberate tone remains throughout, though it’s somewhat less successful in the sections set in the present … By far the strongest writing comes when Cline limns the nearly exquisite boredom and anticipation of early adolescence … brings a fresh and discerning eye to both the specific, horrific crime at her book’s center, one firmly located in a time and place, and the timeless, slow-motion tragedy of a typical American girlhood.”

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 I think these books could be a great addition to your nightstand….Check out lithub.com for more about what’s going in the literary world.

 

 

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Five Scary Short Stories…..

Five Scary Short Stories…..

October 18 / 17

Credit source: The Line Up

 

Ghost In The House

I have always been into the paranormal and come from a long line of sensitives/telepathics and have had several paranormal experiences throughout my life.

The story I am about to share is a cautionary tale to those who may be wanting to rent or buy a property to do as much research as possible. I wish that my husband and I had.

I moved from Ohio to Massachusetts to get a fresh start. After being in Massachusetts for a while and finding myself, I met the person that I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Charlie and I dated for a year. Then, after getting married, we started looking for a place to rent and call our own.

It was not long before we found a beautiful little house in a very quiet neighborhood. The house was very overgrown but had a lot of potential, so Charlie and I decided to jump on in. To give a little bit of layout of the house, it is three bedrooms—the master bedroom and a fairly large bedroom upstairs and a very small bedroom off of the dining room. All was well and we adjusted to the moving in process, but not long after we started to notice strange occurrences little by little.

The first to happen was when Charlie was upstairs in bed while I was downstairs browsing the internet and watching tv (being the terrible insomniac that I am). All of a sudden Charlie came running at breakneck speed down the stairs and asked if I had just been up there. Of course, my response was no. He went as pale as could be and told me that he has been lying in bed dozing in and out and felt the blanket being pushed up so that his feet were out and a cold hand had caressed his foot.

Shortly after that, we moved our bedroom into the much smaller bedroom downstairs, however, the activity continued. We would hear heavy footsteps going up and down the stairs, have bowls and pans spin clockwise while untouched on the counters, see a dark full-bodied figure walk past our bedroom door and disappear, a knife being lifted and thrown across the kitchen by an unseen force, having our dogs bark intently into the corner of our room at something we can not see, and, while outside, looking up into the window of the master bedroom, we saw an elderly lady staring down at us.

Finally, Charlie and I talked with our neighbors to see if they could give any insight to the previous owner of this house or the previous owners. We found out that this house was built in 170’s and the elderly lady that owned this house died here at the age of one hundred and one years old. We have no doubts in our mind that the spirit in the house is that of the previous owner so I set out to go upstairs and try to make peace with her. I told her that I know this is her house, but now it is our house too and we must make peace with each other so that we can cohabitate or if she wants help crossing over and going to the light where her loved ones wait for her I would be happy to help her. I also told her that Charlie and I want to keep the house nice and she is welcome to stay if she likes, but she cannot be doing anything that is harmful in any way.

We continue to live in the same house and once in awhile she makes herself known, but things are a lot more peaceful.

– mysticgypsy1976 

 

 

There’s Something Terrorizing My Family…

So about two weeks ago, my younger sister started hearing voices. I’ve always believed in the supernatural and paranormal, so naturally it came up in conversation this past Wednesday. It was her, myself, and a friend of hers on my family’s back porch, telling each other scary stories that have happened to us.

She told us about this voice she keeps hearing. It’s deep and masculine and it calls to her at night in her room, telling her to come outside. She says the voice does not yell, but it is loud enough to hear clearly from outside in the middle of our yard. Our property is about 1,200 square feet and our house is a single story. Our driveway is short and made of gravel, and extends all the way into our backyard, ending at the foot of our back deck’s steps.

Anyway, Thursday night after we all got home from our daily activities, I thought I saw something moving in the small patch of trees in our backyard. Now, my Dad doesn’t live at home, and my Mother had just left to go tanning. I was the only adult home to supervise my two sisters and their friend. So when I saw the movement I went in my sister’s room and told them to stay in the house until I came back inside. Being teenagers they of course ignored me and went straight on my back deck.

They all went inside after I didn’t find anything back there, but just as they got in the house, something threw me through the air a good five feet. I’m 5″10 and 180 lbs, so to be thrown through air is not something I’ve experienced as an adult. Well, I, of course, lost my mind and ran into the house, losing a shoe in the process. About ten minutes went by and I realized I would need my shoe for work the next day. I leashed my 102 pound pit bull and went to retrieve my shoe. I’m not afraid to admit I was terrified of going back out there alone.

When I reached the back deck however, my pittie refused to follow me into the backyard any further. He sat and held his leash in his mouth, which he does when he wants us to know he’ll stay without being told. His ears were back, and although he wouldn’t come with me, his eyes followed me the whole time. He knew we were both in danger. I grabbed my shoe, told him to come as I sprinted back into the house, and he beat me to the front door.

I got back inside and my sister’s friend told me she saw me get thrown. She said she ran to get my sisters when it happened, but only my sister who hears the voice believed me. I asked her to look at my back as I thought I’d cut it in the fall, and she screamed and ran off. I immediately went to the bathroom to look and I had four very long scratch marks running down the length of my back.

At this point three of us are freaking out and we all need a smoke break, so we go out to the front porch. My youngest sister (the non-believer) goes in the house to get her lighter, and two seconds later is back out the door yelling that there was something looking into our back window.

Our front door leads into a small hallway and directly across the full length of the house is an unobscured view of said window, which slides open and has no blinds or curtains. The only problem is that in order for her to see the head and shoulders of someone or something looking into that window, they would have to be over 7 feet tall. Now we’re all freaking out and we decide to stick together, since it only seems to appear to one person at a time.

We stayed on the front porch and eventually I say, “So we’re just gonna sit out here with this thing all night?” Immediately after I say this, we hear immensely heavy footsteps running towards the front yard from the side of our house with the driveway extension. We all haul ass in the house because gravel was flying and we saw literally nothing but could hear it running straight for us.

Later, my mother got home and blessed the area I was attacked at with sage and she also blessed my sister’s physical body and spirit in accordance with her Native heritage. I am scared out of my mind, because even though this thing doesn’t appear to be able to get in the house ( most likely due to the blessing my mother did after things started moving on their own) it CAN get us outside. I do not own a car, so I have to walk home from work late at night, which means this thing has plenty of time to attack me again. Same situation with my sister. If anyone has any experience in this area please help us.

– twin_fish93 

 

Three Knocks in the Dead of Night

So something strange just happened to me and my grandma. We stayed up ‘til just before 4am tonight watching The Walking Dead. She’s never seen it before, so we’ve been binging until really late so she’ll be caught up for the new season. After we turned the tv and all the lights off, she went to her room and I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I was almost done when I heard 3 light knocks right behind me. Now our bathroom is connected to the master bedroom—my grandparents room.

I heard the knocks on that door, and assumed it was my grandma coming into the bathroom, just checking if I was in there. I said “Yeah?” but got no response. So I exited, and went to the living room to let my dog out to potty. She then comes out of her room and asks what I wanted.. Confused, I asked what she meant. She said she heard me knock. I said “..no, I heard YOU knock, I thought you wanted to get into the bathroom.”

She just looked at me. Turns out we both heard 3 quiet, distinct knocks. I heard it on the door to her room, behind me, and she heard it on her bedroom door, which leads to the hallway. We searched the house to make sure no one broke in, but found nothing. Does anyone know what this could have been? The knocks came at around 4:10 am. She has a deceased son and a son that is missing for almost a year now. Could this be one of them reaching out? Or a death in the family? The only child she has left is my father, and I’m terrified that we may lose him. I also have a very old aunt and uncle, so I’m dreading hearing the phone ring in the coming days.

xombabe 

The House by the Cemetery 

I have a fair share of scary ghost stories. But this one is by far the most scariest I’ve experienced.

This happened a year ago. Me and my best friend Bella and her little sister and brother went on a trip to their grandparents’ house where we spent the night. In the day, the place wasn’t so scary. Heading into the backyard, I was shocked to see that their backyard was right next to a cemetery but I was fascinated at the same time.

Her grandpa helped us set up an old tent they used for camping. We both thought this was gonna be pretty chill. It soon became night and she and I were still awake watching Jaws. We decided to go out back to the swing set. We sat down across from each other and started to swing, the small lantern we had sat on the floor rocking.

We started talking about random things like school, relationships, videogames. Just normal things teenagers talked about, but then we started talking about ghost scary stuff. Bella used to live in a haunted house with a demon who tried to kill her and her family, so she told me stories about it.

As she was speaking, I saw something in the cemetery that caught my eyes and my head drifted towards it, my eyes were wide when I saw this faceless, horned thing looking at us in the darkness.

“What are you looking at?” Bella asked me. I refused to take my eyes off of it. “Do you see it?” I replied. Bella turned in the swing and stumbled falling off the swing. The closest place was the tent we had set up. Grabbing the light, we both bolted to the tent fumbling to zip up the door.

Within the sleeping bags, we both were shaking. My phone was almost dead, but it didn’t matter. I started to play a playlist on my phone to try and help us forget. As the music was playing, we could hear the fence rattle like something wanted to climb over it. Shortly after, we heard a bull-like huff sound and thud away.

The night dragged on and we fell asleep to the soft music playing. In the morning, we quickly grabbed our things and headed inside to tell everyone what had happened that night. Bella’s grandparents were skeptical but her sister and mother knew better.

– Marcoislove 

Henry the Hitchhiker

A couple of years ago, I was working the night shift. I was on my way to work around 12am when I was stopped at a street light. I was the only person on the road so I was getting impatient waiting for the light to change.

As I was sitting there, I heard a knock on my passenger window. I looked over, and there’s this older gentleman probably around 60 or so, just standing there. I roll down my window like an idiot, and ask him if he was okay. He just stands there, so I’m thinking he’s drunk or maybe has something wrong with him. I ask him again. Still no answer.

Finally, he says can you give me a ride? Keep in mind that the light has already changed twice so I should’ve gone already. I asked where do you need me to take you? The guy said just up the street not far from here, I said okay but if it’s farther I have to drop you off because I’m going to be late for work. I said get in.

Again, I was worried if he was drunk—I didn’t want him getting hit or getting hurt some other way. The man got in. As soon as I started to drive, I asked him his name and other small talk while he just sat there.

Finally, he answered my name is Henry. I said, pleased to meet you, Henry. Are you sure you’re okay? You really shouldn’t be walking out at night in the road you could get hit.

Henry just sat there, saying nothing. It was a cool night, not freezing, but I noticed that Henry was shivering. I asked if he wanted me to turn the heat on he said yes please. After about 10 minutes of driving, I asked Henry if we were getting close to his house because I had to get to work, he just sat there. Finally he said STOP!!

So I stop the car, and he said we’re here. I look around and there’s nothing but fields on both sides. I asked him here? He said yes please. He gets out and starts walking down the street. I’m thinking to myself, what the heck?

As I’m about to get out of my car to go see what he’s doing, he stops in the middle of the road and just stands there. At this point I’m getting worried/frustrated that I’m going to be late, so I just put my car in drive and slowly start to drive away. When I look in my mirror, I see Henry following me. I look down because I get a notice on my phone, and when I look up again Henry is gone.

Now keep in mind, I only looked away for a couple of seconds there’s no way that a person could move that quick out of my sight. By this time I’m freaking out, so I speed up and get to work. When I get inside, I see one of my coworkers and he sees that I’m a little out of it, so he asks me what’s wrong.

I tell him my story and he goes oh, you’ve seen him, too. He explains that a bunch of people have seen that guy. He asks for a ride, and if you give him one, he’ll have you drive so far then stop and he’ll get out. If you tell him no, he will follow your car and when you look up in your mirror, he’s gone.

I’m like maybe I’m dreaming or just tired, so when I’m driving home after work it’s in the morning and I’m coming up to where I dropped Henry off, and wouldn’t you know it, in the far distance there is a small cemetery with around 10 headstones.

Needless to say, I quickly drove home and the next night I put in for a transfer to the day shift. If you find yourself alone at night stopped at a traffic light, take my advice and don’t give anyone a ride—you just don’t know who or what they really are!!

– Jbharro 

 

Hope you like the stories from these talented writers. There will be more to come. Enjoy your Wednesday, be blessed.

 

 

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A Poem Just Because: Cotton Candy by Edward Hirsch

A Poem Just Because: Cotton Candy by Edward Hirsch

October 5 / 17

Just Because will be another new segment for Shadowboxerinc. It can be a film, a poem, a song, a paragraph from a book, photo…you get the picture. Here I have a poem I want to share with you from Edward Hirsch called Cotton Candy.

 

COTTON CANDY

by Edward Hirsch

We walked on the bridge over the Chicago River

for what turned out to be the last time,

and I ate cotton candy, that sugary air,

that sweet blue light spun out of nothingness.

It was just a moment, really, nothing more,

but I remember marveling at the study cables

of the bridge that held us up

and threading my fingers through the long

and slender fingers of my grandfather,

an old man from the Old World

who long ago disappeared into the nether regions.

And I remember that eight-year-old boy

who tasted the sweetness of air,

which still clings to my mouth

and disappears when I breathe.

 

Hope you enjoyed the poem, enjoy your Thursday, be blessed.

From The Living Fire: New and Selected Poems (Alfred A. Knopf, 2010) by Edward Hirsch. Copyright © 2010 by Edward Hirsch.

Image source: Fungyung.com

Wednz Scene: 14th Annual Palm Beach Poetry Festival

Wednz Scene: 14th Annual Palm Beach Poetry Festival

October 4 / 17

Hello…A poetry festival, sounds fun right? Well thanks to the Association of Writers and Writing Program, the 14th Annual Palm Beach Poetry Festival will be held in Delray Beach, Florida January 15-20, 2018. Here is a peek at what this festival is about.


Credit source: AWP (Association of Writers & Writing Program)

14th Annual Palm Beach Poetry Festival

Delray Beach, Florida, United States

 

DETAILS

JAN 15  JAN 20, 2018

Festival

APPLICATION DEADLINE: November 10, 2016
TUITION / COST: $895 Poetry Workshops, Auditors $495, Individual Conference $99
SCHOLARSHIP: Available
A small number of partial tuition scholarships are available. Inquire with an application.


CONTACT: Susan R. Williamson, Director
PHONE: 561-868-2063
EMAIL: news@palmbeachpoetryfestival.org
WEBSITE: http://www.palmbeachpoetryfestival.org

Poetry workshops for qualified writers of poetry are limited to 12 participants and 3 auditors. Workshops are 16 total hours over six days. Individual manuscript conferences are also available.

14th Annual Palm Beach Poetry Festival in Delray Beach, Florida, January 15-20, 2018. Focus on your work with America’s most celebrated poets: Laure-Anne Bosselaar, Gabrielle Calvocoressi, Chard deNiord, Beth Ann Fennelly, Ross Gay, Rodney Jones, Phillis Levin, Aimee Nezhukumatathil, Tim Seibles. Six days of workshops, readings, craft talks, manuscript conferences, panel discussion, social events and so much more. Special Guest, Coleman Barks. Individual conference faculty includes Lorna Blake, Sally Bliumis-Dunn, and Nickole Brown.

Workshop admission is by an application. To find out more, visit http://www.palmbeachpoetryfestival.org.

Faculty

Featured Writers Include:

Laure-Anne Bosselaar, Gabrielle Calvocoressi, Chard deNiord, Beth Ann Fennelly, Ross Gay, Rodney Jones, Phillis Levin, Aimee Nezhukumatathil, Tim Seibles. Six days of workshops, readings, craft talks, manuscript conferences, panel discussion, social events and so much more. Special Guest, Coleman Barks. Individual conference faculty includes Lorna Blake, Sally Bliumis-Dunn, and Nickole Brown.

 

Genres

Poetry

Location

Delray Beach
Florida, United States

 

Palm Beach Poetry Festival

The 14th Annual Palm Beach Poetry Festival in Delray Beach, Florida, January 15-20, 2018. Focus on your work with America’s most celebrated poets: Laure-Anne Bosselaar, Gabrielle Calvocoressi, Chard deNiord, Beth Ann Fennelly, Ross Gay, Rodney Jones, Phillis Levin, Aimee Nezhukumatathil, Tim Seibles. Six days of workshops, readings, craft talks, panel discussion, manuscript conferences: Lorna Blake, Sally Bliumis-Dunn, Nicole Brown; social events, and so much more. Special Guest: Coleman Barks.

Ticketed Festival Events are open to the public and take place over six days and evenings. Workshop admission is by an application.To find out more, visit palmbeachpoetryfestival.org.

 

 

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Fall Reads 2017

Fall Reads 2017

September 22 / 17

Happy, Happy Friday! First day of Fall. My second favorite time of the year. That means it’s time to see what good books are there for Fall 2017. I read an article from Elle, 27 Best New Fall Books to Read this Fall by Estelle Tang. Here are only ten, the rest you can click on the link above.


Credit source: Elle

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

<p>This tale of how Chez Panisse came to be must be as close to an origin story as modern American culinary culture&nbsp;could have. Legendary chef Alice Waters tells her own story, which is one of '60s counterculture, rebellion, passion, and—of course—the sheer pleasure of food.&nbsp;(<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Coming-My-Senses-Making-Counterculture-ebook/dp/B01MRWE0A4" data-tracking-id="recirc-text-link">September 5, Clarkson Potter</a>)</p>

 

 

 

 

 

<p>One of the central lessons of the 2016 election and its aftermath was that America is divided: in its beliefs, in its media, and in its experiences. Writers including <a href="http://www.elle.com/culture/a45920/roxane-gay-profile-hunger-memoir/" data-tracking-id="recirc-text-link">Roxane Gay</a>, Edwidge Danticat, Joyce Carol Oates, and more&nbsp;survey our troubled times, telling real stories about the America they live in. (<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Tales-Two-Americas-Stories-Inequality-ebook/dp/B01NCZ3ITB" data-tracking-id="recirc-text-link">September 5, Penguin Books</a>)</p>

<p>Joanna Walsh's stories have earned praise from <em data-verified="redactor" data-redactor-tag="em">I Love Dick</em><span class="redactor-invisible-space" data-verified="redactor" data-redactor-tag="span" data-redactor-class="redactor-invisible-space"> author Chris Kraus, practically the bat signal for experimental-fiction dabblers; and&nbsp;their brevity and witty curiosity make them perfect for fans of Lydia Davis. Take the one-page tale that investigates the mysterious symbol&nbsp;"x" ("his initial or a term of endearment," the narrator ponders), or the abrupt epistles from a disgruntled traveler in "Postcards from Two Hotels." (<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Worlds-Words-End-Joanna-Walsh-ebook/dp/B06XCHZMZT/" data-tracking-id="recirc-text-link">September 7, And Other Stories</a>)</span></p>

<p>The&nbsp;duality of presidential hopeful Hillary Clinton's book title&nbsp;seems to weigh&nbsp;twice as heavily as business, political, and&nbsp;religious leaders publicly reconsider their support of Trump and white supremacists double down on theirs. We do know some of what transpired during&nbsp;Clinton's&nbsp;unsuccessful political bid, but&nbsp;those still wondering what&nbsp;<em data-verified="redactor" data-redactor-tag="em">did&nbsp;</em><span class="redactor-invisible-space" data-verified="redactor" data-redactor-tag="span" data-redactor-class="redactor-invisible-space">happen behind the scenes will want to read her account of those fateful months. (<a href="https://www.amazon.com/What-Happened-Hillary-Rodham-Clinton-ebook/dp/B01MYE7QP0" data-tracking-id="recirc-text-link">September 12, Simon &amp; Schuster</a>)</span></p>

<p>Celeste Ng enchanted readers with her debut novel about the unexpected death of a teenage Chinese-American girl,&nbsp;<em data-verified="redactor" data-redactor-tag="em">Everything I Never Told You</em><span class="redactor-invisible-space" data-verified="redactor" data-redactor-tag="span" data-redactor-class="redactor-invisible-space"><em data-verified="redactor" data-redactor-tag="em">.</em><span class="redactor-invisible-space" data-verified="redactor" data-redactor-tag="span" data-redactor-class="redactor-invisible-space"> Now she returns with another tale of a quiet town slowly devastated by mystery, this time in Cleveland's Shaker Heights, where the arrival of a&nbsp;single mother and her daughter&nbsp;begin to complicate the decisions of the families around them.&nbsp;(<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Everything-Never-Told-You-Awards-ebook/dp/B00G3L7V0C" data-tracking-id="recirc-text-link">September 12, Penguin Press</a>)</span></span></p>

<p>A story of a woman and her dog. Poet Eileen Myles pays tribute to her pitbull, Rosie, in this memoir covering the 16 years of her canine companion's life. But this is no <em data-verified="redactor" data-redactor-tag="em">Marley and Me</em><span class="redactor-invisible-space" data-verified="redactor" data-redactor-tag="span" data-redactor-class="redactor-invisible-space">; Myles' storytelling is as unconventional and allusive as ever, ranging from an imaginary talk show featuring Rosie as a guest to the more quotidian joys of loving an animal.&nbsp;</span>(<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Afterglow-dog-memoir-Eileen-Myles-ebook/dp/B074N8FYHM" data-tracking-id="recirc-text-link">September 12, Grove Press</a>)</p>

 

<p>Who could be a better literary companion than a Spanish princess who grew up in exile, endured a loveless marriage, and crossed the seas to the United States (to publish her scandalous autobiography, of course)? The defiant, adventurous spirit of Eulalia gleams throughout this historical novel, based on a real woman&nbsp;who lived in the late 19th century.&nbsp;(<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Living-Infinite-Novel-Chantel-Acevedo-ebook/dp/B01N6N1OCP" data-tracking-id="recirc-text-link">September 12, Europa Editions</a>)</p>

Plenty of good books to keep you busy this autumn, I see a few that interests me. Enjoy your Friday, be blessed.

 

 

 

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Weeknd Scene: Calling All Writers!….Writing Contests Opportunities

Weeknd Scene: Calling All Writers!….Writing Contests Opportunities

September 16 / 17

Hello, hello, and hello! The weekend is here and I’m playing catch up here so bear with me…..CALLING ALL WRITERS! Found a treasure trove of writing contest listings courtesy of Poets & Writers. Take a look for yourself….


Credit: Poets & Writers

Mad Creek Books

Journal/Charles B. Wheeler Poetry Prize

Deadline:
September 30, 2017
Entry Fee:
$28
Cash Prize:
$2,500

A prize of $2,500 and publication by Mad Creek Books, the literary trade imprint of Ohio State University Press, is given annually for a poetry collection. Kathy Fagan will judge. Using the online submission system, submit a manuscript of at least 48 pages with a $28 entry fee, which includes a subscription to Journal, the Ohio State University MFA program’s literary review, during the month of September. Visit the website for complete guidelines.

Mad Creek Books, Journal/Charles B. Wheeler Poetry Prize, c/o Journal, Ohio State University, English Department, 421 Denney Hall, 164 Annie & John Glenn Avenue, Columbus, OH 43210.

University of Massachusetts Press

Juniper Prizes

Deadline:
September 30, 2017
Entry Fee:
$30
Cash Prize:
$1,000
E-mail address:

Four prizes of $1,000 each and publication by University of Massachusetts Press are given annually for a first poetry collection, a poetry collection, a short story collection, and a short story collection, novella, or novel. The creative writing faculty at the University of Massachusetts in Amherst will judge. Submit a poetry manuscript of 50 to 70 pages or a story collection, novel, or novella of 150 to 350 pages with a $30 entry fee by September 30. Visit the website for complete guidelines.

University of Massachusetts Press, Juniper Prizes, East Experiment Station, 671 North Pleasant Street, Amherst, MA 01003. (413) 545-2217. Mary Dougherty, University of Massachusetts Press Director.

Hackney Literary Awards

Novel Contest

Deadline:
September 30, 2017
Entry Fee:
$30
Cash Prize:
$5,000

A prize of $5,000 is given annually for an unpublished novel. Submit a manuscript of any length with a $30 entry fee by September 30. Visit the website for complete guidelines.

Hackney Literary Awards, Novel Contest, 4650 Old Looney Mill Road, Birmingham, AL 35243.

Cave Canem Foundation

Toi Derricotte & Cornelius Eady Chapbook Prize

Deadline:

September 30, 2017

Entry Fee:

$12

Cash Prize:

$2,500

Website:

A prize valued at approximately $2,500 is given annually for a poetry chapbook by a black poet. The winner will receive $500, publication by Jai-Alai Books, and a weeklong residency at the Writer’s Room at the Betsy Hotel in Miami, Florida, and will give a reading at the O, Miami Poetry Festival in April. Major Jackson will judge. Using the online submission system, submit a manuscript of 25 to 30 pages with a $12 entry fee by September 30. Visit the website for complete guidelines.

Cave Canem Foundation, Toi Derricotte & Cornelius Eady Chapbook Prize, 20 Jay Street, Suite 310-A, Brooklyn, NY 11201. (718) 858-0000.

Southwest Review

Morton Marr Poetry Prize

Deadline:
September 30, 2017
Entry Fee:
$5
Cash Prize:
$1,000
E-mail address:

A prize of $1,000 and publication in Southwest Review is given annually for a poem or a group of poems by a writer who has not published a poetry collection. Submit up to six poems in a traditional form (such as a sonnet, sestina, or villanelle) with a $5 entry fee per poem by September 30. Visit the website for complete guidelines.

Southwest Review, Morton Marr Poetry Prize, Southern Methodist University, P.O. Box 750374, Dallas, TX 75275. (214) 768-1037. Preston Hutcherson, Managing Editor.

New Criterion

Poetry Prize

Deadline:
September 30, 2017
Entry Fee:
$25
Cash Prize:
$3,000
E-mail address:
Website:

A prize of $3,000 and publication by St. Augustine’s Press is given annually for a poetry collection that pays close attention to form. Roger Kimball, Charles Martin, and David Yezzi will judge. Submit a manuscript of up to 60 pages with a $25 entry fee by September 30. Visit the website for complete guidelines.

New Criterion, Poetry Prize, 900 Broadway, Suite 602, New York, NY 10003.

 

 

 

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Shadow Spotlight: Association of Writers & Writing Programs

Shadow Spotlight: Association of Writers & Writing Programs

August 21 / 17

Hello….hope everyone enjoyed their weekend like I did, although it was too short. This month’s Shadow Spotlight falls on the Association of Writers & Writing Program, also known as AWP. I know that posted about this organization, but for the new followers, here is some information about AWP.


Credit source: Association of Writers & Writing Programs
Mission
The mission of the Association of Writers & Writing Programs is to foster literary achievement,
to advance the art of writing as essential to a good education, and to serve the makers, teachers,
students, and readers of contemporary writing.
Purpose
Because literature is a source of awareness and enchantment, it is a medium for wisdom,
creativity, and joy. Because literature maps our shared experiences, it is a builder of communities.
AWP’s purpose is to cultivate the making and appreciation of contemporary literature along with
those attendant virtues: wisdom, creativity, community, and joy.
Primary Goal
AWP seeks to help writers and teachers do their best possible work while we help writers
connect with the widest possible audience.
AWP’s Core Values
AWP values:
• Contemporary literature for its power to enrich the lives of individuals and communities
• Writers & writing programs
• Excellence in the teaching of writing
• The Master of Fine Arts (MFA) as the appropriate terminal degree for writers who teach
• The cultivation of growing literary audiences
For information on individual, gift, and organizational membership go to www.awpwriter.org/about/overview.
CONTACT US
Association of Writers & Writing Programs
University of Maryland
5245 Greenbelt Rd,
Box #246
College Park, MD 20740
Main: 301-226-9710
Fax: Not available until August
Department Contact Information: www.awpwriter.org/about/contact_us.
Here is some information about next years conference and book fair…

2018 AWP Conference & Bookfair

Tampa Convention Center
& Marriott Tampa Waterside
March 7 – 10, 2018

Key Dates

Materials to View/Download

Social Networking

Conference Queries

Registration
registration@awpwriter.org
301-226-9716 

Conference Events
events@awpwriter.org
301-226-9711

Register today!

Click on links to get the information you need. If you’re interested in attending next years conference, you can register today. Enjoy your Monday be blessed.

 

 

 

 

 

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