Hey there sports fans! I am like many people in Chicago today -- nervous, unable to concentrate, wondering about the future. And it is all because the Cubs are in the World Series, a feat that has made even the Sox fans in my household cheer for the Northsiders. Go Cubs!! I have been remiss in letting you know what's new with Solace in So Many Words contributors, so here's some new info. Patty Somlo, whose prose piece "Learning to Breathe" appeared in SISMW, has a new … [Read more...]
You can still submit to Crab Orchard Review & Vine Leaves
Hey there. How are things? I have not caught up since my vacation. My desk is a paper-strewn mess. And I've yet to go through all my photos. I did take time last night to go to the Poetry Foundation to see Rosellen Brown receive the Fuller Award from the The Chicago Literary Hall of Fame; it was a great event. Before I go tackle my messes, I wanted to let you know that two literary journals are stopping their print productions. One is Crab Orchard Review, which … [Read more...]
Glimpse of solace: Wicklow and Glendalough in Ireland
I recently had the pleasure of traveling to Ireland. We headed south from the airport in Dublin to Wicklow and Glendalough. I had been there 36 years ago and it rained and rained. The weather was much better this time. Here are some of my photos from our first day. Thanks for looking at my photos -- Ireland is so beautiful that I took a million pictures . . . Peace, love, and solace … [Read more...]
Call for submissions: In Plein Air poetry and visual art
Hello! Happy Fall! Hope your autumn has gotten off to a great start. I am still walking on air from a recent trip to Ireland. I'll share some pictures in my next post. In the meantime, I heard from Arlyn Miller, a poet and publisher from Glencoe, IL. She is starting a new publishing project--here are the details. Peace, love, and solace authentic ~ accessible ~ engaging poeticlicenseinc.blogspot.com Call for Words and Art for limited edition … [Read more...]
Guest Post: Laura Rodley “Gateway”
Gateway Gateway to heaven, Cecropia flits to my doorway, flaps her wings, Morse code from God, life everlasting, she lays her full body against my brass doorknob. Her journey is done, her wings are tattered, she will lay her eggs and disappear. Like all faith, she is ephemeral and falls down from the skies. How did she find me? How did she know I was seeking solace? And she brought a disciple, another Cecropia, much smaller, that lay beside the lit porch … [Read more...]
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