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Open for Prompts Ideas

We have almost hit the year mark at cahoodaloodaling. Each submission period, we put up a prompt for our next issue. Over the last year we’ve been open for both regular and collaborative submissions and we’ve had several guest editors come on board, but now we’d like to open up the floor for further collaboration. We’d like to hear from you for prompt ideas: subject, style, or form.

Please leave your prompt idea, along with your name and location, in a comment below or send an email with the subject line PROMPT IDEA to cahoodaloodaling@gmail.com.

 

We can’t wait to hear your ideas!

-Kate & Raquel

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Prompt #8 – Make Us Laugh

Submissions due: 5/18/13

Selected Poems to be published: 5/31/13 (or thereabouts)

We’re going to leave this wide open: make us laugh. Keep in mind that an inside joke will probably leave us scratching our noggins, but we enjoy anything from silly to raunchy to a dry sarcastic tone.

Please review our submission guidelines before submitting.

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Issue #7 – Family

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Guest Editor’s Spotlight:
Mother’s Back
by Karen Jakubowski

little worlds
by Art Heifetz

Politics, 1960
by Lylanne Musselman

National Toe Day 2008
by John Grey

Pocket Treasure
by Sarah L Dixon

For I Will Praise My Father
by Abigail Wyatt


About our Guest Editor

Nat Bio Pic2 Natalie Easton is a free-verse poet who lives in Connecticut with two rambunctious parrots and a wonderfully obnoxious husband. She believes that the soul weighs more than 21 grams but she’s wary of anyone who will attempt to guarantee her of that.

Natalie has appeared in such publications as Ink Sweat & Tears, Up the Staircase Quarterly, the Wild Goose Poetry Review, and her mother’s scrap book (limited edition). You can find more on her, if you wish, at: http://www.natalieeaston.com

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Family Issue

We are currently going through round two of submission readings for our next issue out, “Family.” We are pleased to announce that our collaborating editor, Natalie Easton!

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Natalie Easton is a free-verse poet who lives in Connecticut with two
rambunctious parrots and a wonderfully obnoxious husband. She
believes that the soul weighs more than 21 grams but she’s wary of
anyone who will attempt to guarantee her of that.

Natalie has appeared in such publications as Ink Sweat & Tears, Up the Staircase Quarterly, the Wild Goose Poetry Review, and her mother’s scrap book (limited edition). You can find more on her, if you wish, at: http://www.natalieeaston.com

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Issue #6 – Fragments

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Guest Editor’s Spotlight:
Who I Am
by Lisa Fusch Krause

The Edge of a Conversation
by Emily M. Troia

Patchwork # 5 (Gathered Lines)
by Kitty Jospe

Fragment
by M Michel


About our Guest Editor

Liz Napieralski Liz Napieralski lives in the high desert of Santa Fe, New Mexico, and has finally resigned herself to the fact that she’s not leaving anytime soon. If you were to steal her purse on any given day, you’d find a book or two, a whole lot of pens that she’s not that nice about sharing, a notebook shamed by all the scraps of paper she inevitably writes on instead. (And not much cash. So don’t steal her purse. It’s not worth it.)

Liz has worked as an editor and writer for Northern Arizona’s Mountain Living Magazine, FlagLive!, Santa Fe and THE magazine. She appeared in our first issue, Self Portraits.

Liz has most recently appeared in The Legendary, Navigating the Heavens, and The Más Tequila Review (forthcoming, Feb. 2013.)

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Prompt #7 – Family

Submissions due: 2/28/13

Selected Poems to be published: 3/31/13 (or thereabouts)

This round we’ll be accepting sentimental, angry, humorous, tear-jerking, interesting, and unexpected poetry about family. As usual, please review our submission guidelines before submitting.

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Fragment Issue

We are currently going through round two of submission readings for our next issue out, “Fragments,” which is being co-edited by the lovely Liz Napieralski.

Liz Napieralski

Liz Napieralski lives in the high desert of Santa Fe, New Mexico, and has finally resigned herself to the fact that she’s not leaving anytime soon.  If you were to steal her purse on any given day, you’d find a book or two, a whole lot of pens that she’s not that nice about sharing, a notebook shamed by all the scraps of paper she inevitably writes on instead.  (And not much cash.  So don’t steal her purse.  It’s not worth it.)

Liz has worked as an editor and writer for Northern Arizona’s Mountain Living Magazine, FlagLive!, Santa Fe and THE magazine.  She appeared in our first issue, Self Portraits, here: http://cahoodaloodaling.wordpress.com/category/issue-1-july-2012/.

Liz has most recently appeared in The LegendaryNavigating the Heavens, and The Más Tequila Review (forthcoming, Feb. 2013.)

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Issue #5 – Love Poems

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Guest Editor’s Spotlight:
Marianne
by Maude Larke

Cherry Blossom Reverie (On Hearing Keiko Abe Play the Marimba)
by Martin Elster

Much Like Oppenheimer’s Dilemna
by Cheryl Hicks

Love the Second Time Around
by Art Heifetz

Voice
by Stan Galloway

Maui, 1997
by Grace Welch

Overnight at the Last Resort
by Pamela Ahlen

I Want to Love You
by John Tustin

Another edge of evening
by Carolyn Martin


About our Guest Editor

28th_by_fuzzyhoser-d4xxtf5 Rachel Nix grew up in the Deep South of Alabama, and still resides a stone’s throw away from where she ran around as a child. Despite an irrational fear of frogs, she’s pretty much declared herself content with living in the boonies. She does, however, like to take roadtrips and see what hasn’t found The South just yet. Being a big fan of music and nature, poetry seemed a sure-fire way to group all her loves into one. Encouraged by her grandmother at a very young age to value her own thoughts, Rachel has always been a lover of what words can represent. She means most everything she says, despite bouts of sarcasm, which would likely be her second greatest love. Her previously published work can be found at A Sharp Piece of Awesome and Wordsmiths. You can follow her on her very own rinky-dink nook of the Internet, found at chasingthegrey.com, though she almost never updates it.

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Prompt #6 – Fragments

Submissions due: 12/31/12

Selected Poems to be published: 1/31/12 (or thereabouts)

Do you have a partial poem/flash fiction/diary entry that you were meaning to do something with, but you can’t seem to complete it? Is it too good to get rid of? We are looking for well-crafted, wild, resonating, unfinished work. Your submission may be several fragments thrown together, one almost finished piece, a snapshot of a journal, etc. We do not want overly crafted pieces or stories, but are looking for more snapshots, moods, feelings, etc.

Send up to 2 pages of fragments.  Please make sure they are clearly labeled if they are to be run as a collection or considered individually. Your fragment(s) may or may not look anything like the example below.

For example, below this would be considered one “Fragment”:

Poisons

  1. I can write a poem about billboards,
    God hates you if you kill your womb,
    fetus’ rights, ten little fingers, ten little toes,
    the parasites from the mistakes you made,
    they’re human too.Tiny tongues in tiny cheeks,
    free choice is a bloody mess.
  2. Stop signs.  I crawl, my clutch goes halty
    like sputtering breath, I take corners
    in heels, in reckless abandon,
    in full blown stanzas, I drive back roads,
    so near intimate with deers
    and airbags.The cop who pulls me over
    doesn’t think I’m as cute
    as I think I am.
  1. Me. If I say it fast enough
    it doesn’t sound lonely.

While, below this would be considered multiple fragments for consideration:

Fragment 1

I can write a poem about billboards,
God hates you if you kill your womb,
fetus’ rights, ten little fingers, ten little toes,
the parasites from the mistakes you made,
they’re human too.

Tiny tongues in tiny cheeks,
free choice is a bloody mess.

Fragment 2

Stop signs.  I crawl, my clutch goes halty
like sputtering breath, I take corners
in heels, in reckless abandon,
in full blown stanzas, I drive back roads,
so near intimate with deers
and airbags.

The cop who pulls me over
doesn’t think I’m as cute
as I think I am.

Fragment 3

Me. If I say it fast enough
it doesn’t sound lonely.

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