Vita Brevis Press are seeking submissions for an anthology centred around the themes of pain and renewal.
The submission period is open september-october.
To find out more or to submit, please follow this link https://vitabrevisliterature.com/anthology-submission/
When a young lady named Ria
Shed many a most bitter tear,
And I asked, “why do you cry?”,
She said, “I don’t know why,
You had to finish all the beer!”.
There once was a man named Strange
Who resided in a most ancient grange.
All the furniture was Queen Ann,
And a ghastly ghoul called Dan,
Stalked the rooms of that ancient grange!
When my friend whose name is Lou
Introduced me to a girl called Sue,
We went to a little hotel
With a young lady named Nell,
To attend a conference all about glue!
When my friend whose name is Lou
Introduced me to a girl called Sue,
We went to a little hotel
With a young lady named Nell,
Where I lost a brand new shoe!
When my friend whose name is Lou
Introduced me to a girl called Sue,
We went to a little hotel
With a young lady named Nell,
(Who is an expert on strong glue)!
When a detective whose name is Holmes
Investigated the case of “The Missing Bones”,
He said, “’tis nothing profound
As I have easily found
That ’twas Fido who took those bones!”,
A great video about the Meteor-Eyes book club, which enables visually impaired children (those who are able to read large print), to enter into the pleasure of reading. The Guide Dogs charity produce large print books specifically tailored to the requirements of the children. You can see the video here,
Hi everyone. This is Lilie the Westie.
You know what? I love friends! My Cavapoo brother, Logan, and the squeaky things in cages do too. So… Are you a bird, cat, chinchilla, degu, dog, gerbil, guinea pig, hamster, rabbit, rat, or other non-human creature? Do you share your life with a human calling themselves a writer? Yes, blogging counts. If you answered, “Yes,” to both of those, would you like to become a friend of Furkid Friday? If the answer is still, “Yes,” here’s how to do it:
Send an email with the subject, “Friends Of Furkid Friday,” to keroberous2004@gmail.com asking to be interviewed (you have to do the subject thing, or Mummy might accidentally delete it). One of us will then send you the questions you need to answer for us to set up the post. Simply fill out the document, and send it back to us. Once we have all the information we need, we’ll set up and schedule your post, after which we’ll let you know the date it will
go live, and provide you with a direct link (which will only work once the post is live). Then it’s just a case of waiting for your post to go live, and sharing it around once it is. It would be great if you could comment on it, if possible, too. We love comments!
Interviews are posted on a first come first served basis. Also, we won’t chase you for your responses, because I’m too busy chasing balls, Logan’s too busy chasing his tail and anything else that moves, Mummy’s too busy chasing her next story idea, and the squeaky things in cages… Well, I’m not sure what kinds of things they chase. The point is, though we want you to come be a friend of Furkid Friday, if you want to have your interview show up on our blog, after we send you the questions, you have to remember to send us your answers yourself.
After each interview post goes live, they will be shared in all the places Mummy shares all our blog posts, and a link for the post will be added to the list at the bottom of the “Friends Of Furkid Friday” page too.
Do you want to see some examples of the posts? Check out the friends already featured on the “Friends Of Furkid Friday” page at https://ziglernews.blogspot.com/p/blog-page.html
Lots of licks,
Lilie
Some wear their heart upon their sleeve
And the world does grieve
To see such display.
Others go a different way
And conceal
Their guile
Behind a smile.
While poets may reveal
What does lie
In their heart
Through their art,
So readers may see,
Or not as the case may be.
When a young lady named Moriah
Married my old friend the squire,
I visited their great estate
With my young mistress Kate,
Which greatly pleased the squire!
I am going home
Today,
Alone
(Save for my dog).
I have been away
For a week or so,
And will be sad
To go
But glad
To return by train.
One day, I shall travel unfamiliar terrain
And find a new home.
I will be
Alone,
But shall I see
A confined space, with a stone
Above?
Or shall I know god’s love?
Or simply die
And be,
No longer I?
Some go without a mack
For they disdain
The fickle rain.
They take great pride
In the bareback
Ride.
Of course
The horse
Or mare
So ridden
Will thrill.
But, take care
For the desire
To play with the forbidden,
fire
May, also kill.
K Morris - Poet 