Announcements, awards, poetry

Announcing 2026 Pushcart Nominees Selected by Prolific Pulse Press LLC

It’s time to announce the nominees for the Pushcart Prize to be considered for publication by The Pushcart Press.

All of the nominees were published in Social Possibilites

This years nominees and their poem titles are:

Rita Anderson for “Waiting Room”

Roberta Batorsky for “Pashtun Sanwich”

Loralee Clark for “When Capitalism Says”

Michael Ingram for “My Mother and My Father”

Ivan Salazar for “A Future of Possibilities”

Munmun Samanta for “Life After Ruins”

Congratulations to these well-deserved nominees and thank you to Zaneta V. Johns for helping with the decision making process.

In case you missed it- Here’s the video of the Book Launch for Social Possibiliities

TTOT

Ten Things of Thankful

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It’s been a bit, but here I am ready to work on those thankfuls. Each day I begin, end, interrupt with thankfuls, but it’s time for me to report in!

There are so, so many things to list and I am just jumping in and letting it roll. A couple of weeks ago I met with a local friend who is also a publisher and she brought me a beautiful bouquet of flowers in a glass milk jug. It’s still brightening my day, when it should be dead.

Daughter has been very busy with her barista job and loving it more and more every day. She has so much fun, but takes her work seriously. They do have a sort of motto to have fun while they work. She’s working the Christmas parade crew and is going to get all decked out in a cute apron from her holiday attire at Joann’s. She’ll have all kinds of necklaces, headgear, and more. I can’t wait to take a picture.

We are enjoying the hiatus of tax season. Sweetheart still works steady, but not so much the overtime. He enjoys being able to read more as he is an avid reader of financial books.

Next week, I have cataract surgery #1 and I look forward to seeing better. Maybe my blinkers will get a rest and I can eventually drive at night without the light issue. And I am grateful for audio options if I need to rest my eyes. My reader is loaded all the time, anyways. Thankful for free books? Yes, please.

Tomorrow would be my sister Paula’s 75th birthday. I will celebrate it with her in spirit and believe she will be in the know. I am grateful for the time we had together on earth and that I can call on her now. I am grateful for my adopted sisters of which I have quite a few.

Each day, it’s important to stop and breathe, to take in what’s around us. It’s important to reset. May you have those moments of peace.

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Book Announcements, poetry, writing

Poet & Writer Talk with Juntu Ahjee

What a wonderful time we had discussing this and that and, oh yeah, writing and poetry. Juntu Ahjee is as much a friend as an artist in his own right. It’s been four years since our last talk and a lot of changes have happened. Just sit back and listen in on this fun interview. When you’re done, go check out Ahjee’s books. There’s not a one I have not fallen in love with. Give it a shot. https://www.amazon.com/Kindle-Store-Juntu-Ahjee/s?rh=n%3A133140011%2Cp_27%3AJuntu%2BAhjee

Poet & Writer Talk with Juntu Ahjee – Podcast

poetry

“Relish The Good” by Joni Caggiano

“Relish The Good” by Joni Caggiano A setting suntugs at the seamsof my life like anangry seamstress. Time fades,as scars risefrom a cruel rapewhen I was eighteen. Hope peeks earnestas burnt red skiesflirt with memoriesof a lost childhood. Freedom as hair flieson a rusty bike downan unpaved road tocash in pennies for candy. Gasps from subtlelack of my heart’snormal […]

“Relish The Good” by Joni Caggiano
Good Works, kindness

It’s World Kindness Day

Let’s talk!

What act(s) of kindness have you experienced? Tell your story or write a poem.

Please share in comments or drop a link to your post.

My experience was one of many when a hurricane caused us to start over. Donations from work and church helped with this experience. This required several acts of kindness. It was scary to feel homeless and people with hearts came through without our asking.