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Micro-Journaling & Call For Submissions

So, I read where a favorite journal of mine is taking submissions. (More on that later.) So, naturally I googled Micro Poetry, since that’s what they are accepting. Then I got sidetracked by Micro Journaling. 

So yes… Micro Journaling is a thing I discovered on Todd Brison’s page. He makes it fairly simple. 1st step: write the date. That’s it. It reminds you that you are alive. 2nd step: Make a list of 10. It can be a list of anything. You can pick a subject. Example: 10 reasons I love yoga. It can be a list of 10 things about anything. That’s it. 3rd step: Write down one thing you are grateful for.  4th step: Put your journal up and go live life! You can go to his page for a 31 day list of prompts if you need something to get you started. This is a new year. I didn’t make not 1 resolution. I think this may be my new year’s thing. Using his prompts for 31 days and see how that works out and how I feel. If I like it, great! I formed a habit. If I’m not digging it, well, I tried something different for 31 days.

Has anyone else tried micro journaling? If so, I’d love to hear how it went? Has anyone written micro poetry? Speaking of Gnarled Oak – an online literary journal is calling for submissions for their 15th publication and then they are taking a hiatus indefinitely. It makes me sad but it will make me sadder if I don’t submit. The deadline is January 26th 2018 for anyone interested… Just go to their page – Gnarled Oak.



My Poem published on Spillwords

My poem, Guilty, is published on Spillwords. 

Spillwords is a literary press that publishes online writing.  While there is no cash payment as of yet, there are still many benefits of being published with them. 

Their site attracts a lot of readers and once logged in, you can vote on poems or stories you like.  They run features on their page. Also you can save your favorites so you will have them.

Spillwords takes submissions, then the editors look at your work, help with the process, and if your work is published you are notified via email. 

You are given the link to your work and you can share it on social media, your blog, or wherever you like.  Spillwords helps your work reach as many people as possible.  Your piece is ran on their front page so readers can have a chance to see it. 

While Spillwords has a lot of users, I think the exposure is the payment.  It may not be for everyone and I was hesitant at first. It never hurts to check it out and I would love for you to read my poem published there. Thanks! 

PAYING/NO FEE Submission call + interview – Speculative City (NEW!), DEADLINE: Dec. 15, 2017

via PAYING/NO FEE Submission call + interview – Speculative City (NEW!), DEADLINE: Dec. 15, 2017


It is always wonderful to discover a new magazine that offers something different for readers as well as the contributors. Huge thanks to Trish Hopkinson for helping beginners and experienced writers find new platforms for their voices  to be heard. 

Mad Girl’s Love Song

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; 
I lift my lids and all is born again. 
(I think I made you up inside my head.) 

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, 
And arbitrary blackness gallops in: 
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. 

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed 
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. 
(I think I made you up inside my head.) 

God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan’s men: 
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. 

I fancied you’d return the way you said, 
But I grow old and I forget your name. 
(I think I made you up inside my head.) 

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again. 
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. 
(I think I made you up inside my head.) ‘

by Sylvia Plath

My part time obsession with Sylvia Plath began when someone in a poetry group compared my poetry to Plath’s.  She meant it in the best way possible. How was she to know I had heard Plath’s name during my lifetime but had never really read her work.  Of course, after being compared to a poet who is considered amazing,  I had to find out all I could.  Sadly, Plath’s suicide has made her famous and her writing tends to be overlooked.  It was a joy for me to buy The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath.  I am honored that anyone has read my poems and compared my writing to someone like Plath. Enjoy this poem.


There will always be 

my side,  your side , 

with the truth in between. 

 Oh, but the truth can be


Memories revised, facts unsaid,

minds that change.

It’s our lies that never falter.

Wrapping  us in comfort.

When all else falls apart,

 they cradle our heads,

lull us to sleep at night. 

When is enough ever enough? 

I hear you saying, 

“I can’t recall.”

No more. I am done.

I cannot accept 

your recollection 

when you claim forgetfulness.

I’m a liar.

So are you.

I can sleep with my fable.

Written for Yeah Write