Monday Markets and Jobs for Writers

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The weekly batch of no-fee, paying competitions, contests, and calls for submissions—plus jobs for those of us who write (especially those of us who write fiction, poetry, and creative nonfiction). These posts are intended to complement/supplement monthly issues of The Practicing Writer newsletter, where you’ll always find more listings, none of them limiting eligibility to residents of a single municipality, state, or province (this blog, on the other hand, does sometimes include those more restricted opportunities).


Sunday Sentence

In which I participate in David Abrams’s “Sunday Sentence” project, sharing the best sentence I’ve read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.”

Normally, I’d consider an exclamation point to render a sentence complete. Normally, I’d share a sentence rendered in English. Normally, I’d try to adhere to the rule of offering no context and no commentary.

But on the 75th anniversary of the utterance of these words, I’ve just reread them, and I’m making an exception.


Words of the Week

“But, OK. I’ll say it: ‘As a Jew, I am pro-Israel and pro-Palestinian.

What does that mean? It means understanding the nuances of the conflict, of retaining historical memory of lost chances for peace. It means recognizing the pain of the other, and acknowledging that there are voices lost.

Rep. Tlaib could be building bridges between the Muslim and Jewish communities of Metro Detroit, and she’s failing. I urge her to reconsider her approach.”

Source: Howard Lovy, “Tokenism Is Racism—Except for Jews” (Forward)

Midweek Notes from a Practicing Writer

Three quick things.

1. It’s not anywhere in my official bio, but I happen to be a third-generation purveyor of occasional verse!

My mother’s Aunt Mimi was famous for enlivening family celebrations with her customized odes, and that’s a tradition that her daughter Patti and my mother have sustained. Now I have taken up this mantle as well.

All of which is to say that the most significant writing project I’ve worked on this week is a poem that I drafted in honor of my niece’s 16th birthday. It’s a rhyming recollection of the day she was born.