6:57 PM - WRITERS AND SPOKEN WORD ARTISTS... SMALL PRESS LOOKING FOR SUBMISSIONS... INSPIRED
Current mood: nervous, excited, inspired, semi-dazed, happy, wor
Category: nervous, excited, inspired, semi-dazed, happy, wor Writing and Poetry

Check out the Soft Spot Poetry Collective, headed by screenwriter Patricia Gillespie.  "Born to a couple of broke, young dirtbags" in 2007, their philosophy is that "art is not a luxury." Since their conception they have published four volumes of poetry and distributed them for no more than three dollars apiece in New York and Connecticut. Now they plan to go national, but are seeking help... from us!!! They need our submissions -- of all types, whether it be prose (pretty much anything non-academic), poetry, spoken word, etc.  They ask that you send all submissions to softspotpublishing@gmail.com.  They also claim to try to "get back to all of our writers about their work," and I can speak from personal experience that they responded to me by email in a timely fashion.  More excerpts from their myspace page... "SSPC isn't in it for the money -- all poets maintain rights to their work. We just want to get it out there.[...]  Now get writing, you silly bastards. Time is running out."  Please, as a personal favor to me and to every struggling writer out there who would never have a chance without the help of such generous, underpaid, overworked, dedicated, kind souls like these, performing a labor of love, check these guys out and show 'em some love!!!
Sincerely and with the utmost appreciation,
Katelynn

email for submissions or copies of books: softspotpoetry@gmail.com

Soft Spot Poetry Collective on myspace

Currently listening : Must I Paint You a Picture? The Essential Billy Bragg By Billy Bragg Release date: 2003-10-28

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6:20 PM - Untitled (NEW POEM)
Current mood: listless
Category: Writing and Poetry

Untitled

Just because I've taken my first tiny steps

doesn't mean I've gotten from point a to b.

And sometimes I still wish you were here

to lay your hands upon me

and heal me,

like when Prince Charming

awoke Sleeping Beauty

with one simple kiss.

Please, God,

make the air that I breathe

a little easier to take.

Let me lay in the sun

and turn a dark shade of brown.

Let me be warm

and in my lover's embrace.

copyright 2008 Katherine Andrews

Currently listening : Favourite Worst Nightmare By Arctic Monkeys Release date: 2007-04-24

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5:12 PM - Nuthouse Musings (NEW POEM)
Current mood: neglected
Category: Writing and Poetry

Nuthouse Musings

A multitude of battling voices –

high, low

where are they going?

into the ether

because who can be bothered.

We're the forgotten,

the transparent,

the confused and absurd,

running ragged and restless,

while we scream.

Yet,

we change,

we grow,

we laugh,

we bond,

we become solid and weighty –

heard a little more each day,

seen a little more each day.

We regain our voices,

shed our skin,

renew,

become strong and vibrant,

beautiful,

whole.

copyright 2008 Katherine Andrews

Currently listening : Don't You Know Who I Think I Was? - The Best of the Replacements By The Replacements Release date: 2006-06-13

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7:58 AM - NEW POEM!!!
Current mood: chill
Category: Writing and Poetry

Currently listening : The Coast Is Never Clear By Beulah Release date: 11 September, 2001

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8:55 AM - to rebuild or bulldoze?
Current mood: confused
Category: Writing and Poetry

Currently listening : Born to Run By Bruce Springsteen Release date: 25 October, 1990

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2:25 PM - PHOENIX ( NEW POEM)
Current mood: encouraged
Category: encouraged Writing and Poetry

Currently listening : Pink Moon By Nick Drake Release date: 06 May, 2003

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1:39 PM - babbling
Current mood: angsty

I used to guard myself in public forums like this. only let shit out through my poetry. emotions,  humanity, etc. had to put on perfect perky face. little writer girl. well fuck it. we all hurt. im lonely and alone and my heart is breaking and im so sick of being isolated and w/o purpose. im supposed 2  be a writer -- that's my motherfucking identity, and ive written maybe 3 or 4 poems this year.  and then being stuck in bed for weeks (i just had knee surgery), god that's a royal bummer.  but blah blah blah, want some cheese with that wine right? yeah but still, we all feel this shit and im not a perfect writing robot... and it's got to come from somewhere rite? where would the words come from w/o a fair share of angst??? lmfao.  anyway so be it. it gotta b up from here rite? rite???
kate

Currently listening : Yoko By Beulah Release date: 09 September, 2003

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1:32 PM - new poem untitled
Current mood: angsty
Category: Writing and Poetry

Currently listening : Yoko By Beulah Release date: 09 September, 2003

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1:02 PM - HELP!
Current mood: angsty

Anyone got any poetry exercises or prompts???? Im sitting here with writer's block once again (an affliction that has plagued me for months now.... or is it years? Yes, i get numb and uninspired and lost and cant find my way back to the words. Cant find the words at all.  so lonely and alone and i want to scream, to throw it up on paper, so to speak, to get rid of the bile inside me but every word seems rank and amateurish.  AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Can you help? I need some guidance to bring me back to yall.
Kate

Currently listening : Handsome Western States By Beulah Release date: 18 November, 1997

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4:06 AM - Fingers
Current mood: sick
Category: Writing and Poetry

Fingers

All this stupid ranting and raving I do:
the whining,
the bitching and moaning:
"my knee,"
"my boy,"
"the ex,"
"I have no money,"
and sometimes,
it's all such a lie.

And then,
when all I need
is to let the roar out,
to let it escape into the black night
and the infinite sky
and the eight million and twelve stars;
when all I need
is to find moist damp fingers
kind enough to capture my own;
when all I need
is to find
some diamond eyes
so crazily cut,
so oddly set,
that there is some crack
or crevice
that I can settle into,
only then does everything crumble
like a tide-old sandcastle
built just not quite far enough inland
to avoid
the eroding, corroding, decaying, demolishing
Poseidon's hand of
tide and current and undertow and
everything is the moon's fault.

It sings to me
and like a child enticed
by the Pied Piper's melody,
I will worship Pan,
dance to his overwhelming flute,
rejoice with his kindred spirits,
like Dionysus,
who has taught me
how to drink
and fuck
and love
and dance around the edges of the flame
without ever getting burnt.
And like my teachers
and their teachers
and all the eight million and twelve other students,
I will follow the best example
and let the roar out,
let it escape,
give myself to the moon
and all its trappings –
the tides and undertows and currents
and the waves that will knock me over.

And I will forget how to whine.
Bitching and moaning will cease to be necessity.
And I will discover
in every corner of every attic,
beneath the cobwebs and past the dusty Pandora's boxes,
so many damp moist fingers
already so forcefully, desperately
entwining my hands
that I will almost give myself away
and let you see those salty traitors
drown you and me,
but I won't.
Instead,

Currently listening : Alright, Still By Lily Allen Release date: 30 January, 2007

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3:57 AM - On Politics, Punk Rock, and Conversations with My Brother
Current mood: tired
Category: Writing and Poetry

Currently listening : London Calling By The Clash Release date: 25 January, 2000

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3:36 AM - The Longest Day
Current mood: sick
Category: Writing and Poetry