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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