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good publishing opportunity if you have work that fits

Aug. 17th, 2006 | 04:12 am
posted by: ladyoracle in refriedwriters

Dos Gatos Press
Call for Submissions: Texas Poetry Calendar 2008
http://www.dosgatospress.org/submissions.html

Guidelines:

Submit 1-3 typewritten pages, 35-line limit per poem, including title and
spaces.

No email submissions; no previously published poems.

Do not place your name or other identifying information on the poems
themselves.

Poems with a Texas connection preferred.

Submit a cover letter that includes:

the title of each poem (first line for an untitled poem, although we strongly
prefer titled poems)
your email address and phone number
a short bio--50 words or less--focusing on your life as a writer

If you do not have an email account, include an SASE for contact. Poems will
not be returned, so do not send your only copy!
NOTE: We strongly prefer to communicate by email. If you change your email
address, please let us know immediately.

Contributors published in the calendar will receive one complimentary copy of
the Texas Poetry Calendar 2008.

All submissions are eligible for the 2008 Texas Poetry Awards.
Include a check for $5.00, payable to Dos Gatos Press.
POSTMARK DEADLINE IS MARCH 20, 2007!

Mail submissions to:
Dos Gatos Press
Texas Poetry Calendar 2008
1310 Crestwood Road
Austin, Texas 78722

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thank goodness

Jun. 11th, 2006 | 08:08 am
posted by: ladyoracle in refriedwriters

Mike is coming hoem from offshore today, so no one has to worry about me humping your leg at the picnic.

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revised, but needs "something"

May. 19th, 2006 | 08:59 pm
posted by: ladyoracle in refriedwriters

Thoughts Upon Finding my Dad’s Hat

The inside band of his fishing hat
still smells of manly sweat,
and a gray hair caught in the lining
holds to hope
that the host body will return
the hair to the scalp that suckled it,
though it's been nearly a year
since my father's body cooled.
The never-trimmed-during-life cuticles
and nails on his hands
must have grown inches now
into each other--perhaps piercing skin.
His toenails will have curled around feet
like cat claws,
and I wonder if they, too, were scrubbed and clipped
before the burial.

His widow already blew the life insurance money
on an investment too good not to pass up,
yet too good to be true.
Her long life stretches before me--
a liability, her warm, pulsing flesh,
my father's cold body in a coffin
guaranteed water-proof for 200 years
so at least when I think of his body
I know he's not gone dust to dust,
whatever consolation it should be
that he lays uneaten by worms,
hair and beard streaming wildly
into a bad image of Moses or Elijah,
whose bodies were never found.

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haha

Apr. 25th, 2006 | 08:38 pm
posted by: emmmjay in refriedwriters

so the ERROR remark in my last post is somehow very befitting...don't ya think?!?!?!

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a couple of things i'm thinking of reading friday...

Apr. 25th, 2006 | 08:33 pm
posted by: emmmjay in refriedwriters

if you wanna comment cool...i just wanted to run it by...peace

“It’s about the layers,” she says, smudging our bodies in pastels

hues of blood, yellow, and green mark us naked children
skipping through glass barefoot
building ponds for raccoons to nest

“It’s about the years,” I say
images of a childhood spent

on glass Venezuelan beaches
chasing crabs, sliding down mountains
run into steaming sewers and swamps
where algae stained my dress
and rats were very kind

“I’m jealous,” I say, through wine turned

water-like our bodies turned into girls skipping
dirty and freckled and smiling

“beautiful,” we say, carving space for each other

we are winds that carry us on our way








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if you wanna comment cool...i just wanted to run it by...peace

“It’s about the layers,” she says, smudging our bodies in pastels

hues of blood, yellow, and green mark us naked children
skipping through glass barefoot
building ponds for raccoons to nest

“It’s about the years,” I say
images of a childhood spent

on glass Venezuelan beaches
chasing crabs, sliding down mountains
run into steaming sewers and swamps
where algae stained my dress
and rats were very kind

“I’m jealous,” I say, through wine turned

water-like our bodies turned into girls skipping
dirty and freckled and smiling

“beautiful,” we say, carving space for each other

we are winds that carry us on our way








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in my head
one paints pastoral dreamscapes
rivers burn magenta
against snake-skinned sky

I frolic to chants of old
Native Americans
dressed in blue-gold
folds of memory

dance across
delicate lines of sadness
in tune with their song

in my heart
one screams a love lost
frost and rock
on unforgiving mountain tops

her voice resonates little
off the highest point

I strain to hear a pin drop
from her syrupy mouth
she is slipping fast
against glass time

blurred carvings of happiness
are lost in caves

in my gut
one coils my intestine
over a campfire
glowing dangerously bright

he tears tender meat
from around a stick

I watch as this beast devours
charred flesh
from a white-split belly

of all
his feast is the sweetest

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Apr. 10th, 2006 | 12:47 am
posted by: ladyoracle in refriedwriters

For simplicity, I am just putting it out that I am leaving for Austin Wednesday, April 19 and will return Sunday, April 23. Anyone who wants to ride with me either way is welcome. Anyone who wants to stay in my room at the Austin Motel is welcome.

I hearby declare Austin a Love Zone; feel the love, give the love, bask in the love, become the love.

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constructive criticism

Apr. 5th, 2006 | 12:46 pm
posted by: ladyoracle in refriedwriters

I am not studying for comps anymore, but I have an insane urge to categorize, classify, and analyze still, so here's some residue from that. It doesn't appear to be, but it's a freewrite to Clare's last post.

Group Dynamics: When Stuff Pisses Me Off

1. What are the specific problems that may need to be addressed? Particular examples of instances when the problem arose (arises) especially helpful.


a. Are these all battles worth fighting?
b. What is it about me that makes these things concern me?
c. Would working on some areas naturally improve others as well?
d. How might I have contributed to what I see as problems?
e. Sift between personal and group values.


2. What specific things are you willing to do to address the problems?

a. Offer to take on responsibilities that you think are handled unwisely.
b. Commit to being more proactive to avoid this kind of situation.
c. What do you ask of others? This step is most successful if you've gone through the others first.

And in this postmodern age, there can be assumed no universal values or definitions of said values, even when they appear to align. All we have are particular instances, symptoms without diagnosable causes.

Wow. I really am decentered. No wonder I can't grade student papers. I think I read too much Gyorgy Lyotard.

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Mar. 28th, 2006 | 05:40 pm
posted by: insomniatrix in refriedwriters

Let's do a myspace.com page for Refried Writers. We'll talk about it Sunday. Ok?

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blue meditation

Mar. 23rd, 2006 | 04:48 pm
mood: creative
posted by: emmmjay in refriedwriters

i dive under antarctic ice
where the world is turned backwards
clouds of soothing blue cast
translucence to see for miles

penguins glide past seals and sea
urchins, burning neon over raspberry
starfish blanket
the bottom, feed off their shit—
turn it to brilliance

i slalom through icebergs
grounded millions of years ago
slow moving whales sing, shroud
my body in rapture and fire

flames dance in front of my eyes
you swirl toward me on the current
hair flowing behind bubbles
your skin a glow so magnificent
my tears turn to crystals
land in your outstretched hands

you eat them one by one
roll them over your tongue
laugh that water laugh
like a child who cannot contain himself,
you eat them one by one

then steal a ride on a whale's back,
while i float in your wake, smiling

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new short story

Mar. 20th, 2006 | 06:33 pm
posted by: insomniatrix in refriedwriters

I sat down to revise a poem and in free-writing I wrote a tight, interesting little story! I wrote it over the course of the day. I took very few breaks-- one break to make Dean and I grilled cheese sandwiches. I edited it as I went along. I sent out a .doc file to Refrieds to review it before next meeting. I may cut it back to fit under 1,000 words. I welcome your comments.

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