A ‘saia-justa’ de Raquel Dodge também já começou – TIJOLAÇO | “A política, sem polêmica, é a arma das elites.”

[A ‘saia-justa’ de Raquel Dodge também já começou – TIJOLAÇO | “A política, sem polêmica, é a arma das elites.”] é bom. Dê uma olhada! http://www.tijolaco.com.br/blog/saia-justa-de-raquel-dodge/

SUNDAY ANNOUNCEMENTS: Calls for Submissions, Contests, Events and Other Information and News

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Opportunity Knocks

RINKY DINK PRESS, Micropoetry for the People “is on a mission to get poetry back into the hands (and pockets) of the people – each of our single author collections can fit in your pocket, but we never sacrifice craft, and despite the tiny format, we refuse to sacrifice style.” $4 submission fee for book submission. Deadline: November 17. Guidelines HERE.

THE CORTLAND REVIEW will consider poetry, prose, essays, translations and book reviews and will reopen for submissions in October. Check the site for updates.

DIRTY PAWS POETRY REVIEW is a fledgling with its first publication scheduled to debuted in December. The plan is biannual publication. The editors say they “want poetry unafraid of facing the truth and unashamed of having hope.” Submissions are open until November 15. Details HERE

FLARE literary journalis published by students in Flagler College [Florida]…

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Long ago and just down the road in a land without Internet…

Meanwhile, back at the ranch...

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How the progression of time and technology collide and converge

Long ago, before the invention of the Internet, I would spend winter evenings sitting on the worn-out pink carpet on my bedroom floor, pressing record on a cassette player/radio trying to catch my favorite song so I could play it back, over and over again, and commit it to memory.

Before that most of the music I learned by standing on the stage in the lunchroom/gym/music room of our little country school as our music teacher plunked out the tune to “The Old Gray Mare” on his piano.

And then, at home, my dad would play his guitar at the end of the day and I would sing along to Harry Chapin or Nancy Griffith songs. Sometimes he would teach me a special part and, as I got older, I would bring him new songs I found on the radio.

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