My best friend's poem has been nominated for a Rhysling Award!
"The Rhysling Awards are an annual award given for the best science fiction, fantasy, or horror poem of the year."
Her poem was published in an anthology, and I did an illustration for it.
(Unfortunately, for privacy's sake I can't name her, the poem, or me.)
Here's hoping she wins!
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Nina Riggs Poetry Award
Cash Prize: $1,000
Entry Fee: $0
Application Deadline: 11/15/22
Genre: Poetry
A prize of $1,000 is given annually for a single poem that examines relationships, family, or domestic life that was published in a book or magazine in the last three years. Nominate no more than six poems by one author that were published in a book or print magazine in 2020, 2021, or 2022 by November 15. Self-nominations are not accepted. There is no entry fee.
https://www.pw.org/writing_contests/nina_riggs_poetry_award
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Nominate for the BREW Book, Blog, and Poetry Awards
It’s that time of year again – the BREW Book, Blog, and Poetry Awards are back, celebrating the crème de la crème of human creativity and expression. Hosted by The Chrysalis Books, Reviews, and Everything Written (BREW) Project, these awards are like the Oscars of the literary world, but with a lot more caffeine involved. From novels that whisk us away to distant lands to blogs that challenge our…
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Emanuel Xavier, “Old Pro”
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throwing the proper tantrums by patricia colleen murphy, published in hemming flames
[Text ID: We loved the thrill of being batshit in a speedboat. We wore our poison ivy like tattoos. There wasn't much positive feedback. We’d go to the dock to fish for catcalls. Brother, we were nearly twins in our red swimming bottoms. In the evenings we mixed martinis, always caring for our parents just short of paying the mortgage. Mornings, doughnuts at an empty table. We were so small, but so adept at pretending we weren’t living with orangutans. In August we’d leave the lake and return to the river. All those winters spent in the throw-things house. Ceramic ashtray exploding against brown paneling. My head crashing through the china cabinet glass. I knew exactly why you needed to touch me that way. /End ID]
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The last words of Vincent Van Gogh before committing suicide were:
The sadness will last forever.
And nusrat fateh ali khan sang a masterpiece that resonates with these words:
shab-e-gham ki sahar nahi hoti
ho bhi tou mere ghar nahi hoti
zindagi tu hi mukhtasar ho ja
shab-e-gham mukhtasar nahi hoti
The dawn of a night of sorrow does not exist. Even if it does, it's not for me.O life, become concise.. Because a sorrowful night is never short.
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I highly recommend local bookstores because nowhere else can you pick up a book that is no different from any other books around it, which include publications by such authors as Ursula fucking Le Guin, and discover only once you get home that it's printed in batches of 200 and doesn't even have an associated ISBN. This has happened to me multiple times, and it is the best. This is not ironic, it's the funniest experience and you really will only get this kind of appreciation and uplifting of local and small artists in indie bookstores.
And also those books will usually knock your fucking socks off.
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Is there some unspoken rule that says andrew scott is not allowed to win a best actor award no matter how incredible a performance he gives??
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even more of laufey at the grammys!
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happy (late) trans day of visibility i hope if anyone sees this they know that whatever future you can have being transgender is better than anything that would ever have happened otherwise i love you
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[Pterodactyl shriek]
My poem, “Knight of Wands, Six of Swords” in @uncannymagazine has been nominated for the Rhysling Award!
I am THRILLED! And this poem is important to me, for a lot of reasons, so if you haven’t already, maybe give it a read? Link below the image.
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2024 NEW AMERICAN POETRY PRIZE
FINAL JUDGE NIKKI WALLSCHLAEGER
DEADLINE: January 15, 2024
Submissions for the 2024 New American Poetry Prize will open September 1, 2023. The winning manuscript will be published and its author will receive $1500, promotional support, and 25 author copies.
Manuscripts should be at least 48 pages, but there is no maximum length. All forms and styles of poetry are welcome..
For more info and guidelines: https://newamericanpress.com/2024-new-american-poetry-prize-final-judge-nikki-wallschlaeger/?utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email
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Top 5 poems!
it's always time for "good bones" by maggie smith in this house
i can recite "the crocodile's toothache" by shel silverstein off by heart so. that lives inside me forever and ever.
"[anyone lived in a pretty how town]" by e.e. cummings - classic
madhur anand's collection parasitic oscillations moved me - as you got an earful(eyeful?) about - but i don't think i have a favorite poem from the book. the experience of reading it simply added richness to my relationship with poetry and nature and science. only that.
"he visits my town once a year" by amir khusro
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you've mentioned that you sometimes do some digging into sleep token so I figured you're the best person to ask this. do you happen to know what the full message at download pilot in 2021 was?
for reference: https://www.tumblr.com/murderofcrow/728893041668227072/ok-so-i-was-searching-for-a-specific-photo-of?source=share
i've figured out most of it but there's something missing at the beginning and i could not figure out the end bc of the noise. i'm just really curious if you've seen something about this?
I got you 🖤🙏 They played the same message at the 2021 Heavy Music Awards (and a couple of other shows in 2021 I believe). The video should start at the right place (if not, skip to 2:07 unless you like hearing the crowd chat/scream).
Let's not deceive ourselves
There is a reason we are here
It follows us wherever we go
We were in love
We are in love
It is what floats above us as we try to sleep
It is what stands beside us as we gaze into nothingness
It is drowning us
It is eating us alive
A million outstretched arms in complete darkness
They will reach forever
Remind me
We're both dying to find out what happens when we die
We're both scared of being
We're both stolen pieces of each other
We're both exploring our own frontiers of grief
We're both just strangers
We're both just particles
We're both so lost in what it means to be lost
We're both a house that remained unoccupied for too long
Let's not deceive ourselves
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One of my books, Can’t Think Straight, was named a finalist in the poetry section in the Book Excellence Awards!
(Link)
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YAYYYYYY 🎉🎉‼️‼️ THEY GAVE ME THIS SCHOLARSHIP TWO YEARS IN A ROW ‼️‼️‼️ WE STAY WINNING
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