How would you like a workshop where you write a letter or poem to your heart? What is your Heart’s Desire? These are the topics for the “Dear Heart” workshop to be held on Tuesday, August 16 at noon EST.
Workshop attendance is not a requirement for the Call for Submissions for Dear Heart. This is a free-standing workshop designed to encourge creativity. You can learn more by going to the Event Brite link. There is a $1 minimum fee for this “Pay What You Can” style workshop.
Years ago, before computers, we wrote letters. My mother’s letters were like little novellas. They sometimes were several pages long. She wrote her family members and friends and they loved to get her “books.” How I wish I had saved my letters from mom. As a witness to her letter writing, I would watch as her pen moved passionately across the pages, sometimes witnessing her eyes well up. Letters were her release. They were her way of expressing herself in ways she could not voice. Sometimes she would write letters to people out of anger and then tear them up. To my knowledge, she never sent one of those angry letters. It could have been politicians, relatives, and those are the ones I knew about. She would express her heart’s desire, open up her soul, and pour out her thoughts.
As a letter writer, I did not have the beautiful penmanship of my mother, but I learned that the pen was my power. I also wrote letters and tore them up. I even wrote one about the need for a doctor in our little town and it was published in the newspaper. I wrote letters to family, friends, old friends found from a long time lost, family who I wanted to see but knew my letters would reach them long before I ever would.
Now, I am a writer and a poet. I write as if my words are letters to the world, at times. Other times, I write to express my desires of the heart. And other times I write to write.
I firmly believe that when we do express our desires within our heart that this has a way of stirring up thoughts and even action plans to make things happen. Sometimes those things that happen are acceptances of things that can’t be changed, but sometimes they are steps to taking up the courage to make something happen in our lives.
What is the desire in your heart? This is my challenge to you. I would like to read about the desires in your heart in the “Dear Heart” anthology of letters, poetry, art, photography, and whatever ways helps you express your passion.
There’s a caveat to this. These are all to be sent to me via good old fashioned snail mail. I will sort through these and select which submissions to publish.
I was reading this article on NPR It’s about the talk that black mothers have with their sons. It came to me while I was working on an announcement – or a fresh announcement about The Talk – which is the name for the anthology of poetry and essays by mothers of color & possibly fathers, too.
As a white woman, I have had talks with my now adult child, but nothing compared to what people of color have to have, MUST have with their children. None of us wants to have our children’s names or adult children’s names associated with a hashtag. What do you think the chances are for this to happen with a person of color vs a white person?
Even with The Talk, there’s still a chance that something could happen, but we are not, as parents, going to let our children into society without caution. The Talk and many other measures has to happen.
What is the talk as a white parent? What is the talk as a parent of color? Just think about that and let it sit for a few moments.
This picture depicts the happiness I want to see for people of color. And I want to hear about The Talk that is had. It keeps those of us who don’t have this experience, mindful. And it keeps us heart-full. How I wish that in this world, we did not have the adversity, the hatred, the assumptions… And I don’t want to hear about how that’s just the way it is. That is not good enough, nor acceptable to me and I hope it is not acceptable to others, but I know. I don’t have blinders on, but I also don’t have dark skin which causes people to scowl, distrust, look the other way, accuse me, to make my name a hashtag.
Are you a person of color? Would you feel comfortable sharing the talk you have had to have with your children? There’s a Call for Submissions for your story, your essays, your poetry… Would you consider sharing Your Talk with others?
Here is the link if your answer is “yes” or if you want more information:
Prolific Pulse Press LLC is accepting Anthology Submissions for a paperback publication called:
Social Justice Inks
“Social Justice Inks” is an anthology of poetry based on Social Justice concerns.
Social Justice Inks is about expression of social justice concerns and about working through these concerns. Seeking answers is an ongoing process. We want to hear your creative emotional expressions and what you think about how to solve social problems in the world.
Submissions will be accepted until January 15 2022
What we accept:
Poetry of no more than one 6×9 page, 12-point Times New Roman font per poem. This means about 24 or fewer lines per poem (including spaces and title).
Three poems per submission will be considered.
All poetry must be left margin aligned.
A third person, short bio is required. Please keep this to 50 words or less. If it is longer, we have the discretion to shorten your bio.
Place your full name, address, phone number, and preferred email address in the email. (this is for the editor’s use only so you may be contacted, and contracts can be properly drawn.
Send poetry as an attachment. Google docs is acceptable.
Decisions will be provided by March 2022.
Publication is slated for May 2022 (subject to change at the discretion of the editor).