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Announcing Prince George’s Short Story Contest for Conceit Magazine…Black Writers Guild…Afrocentric Book Expo
Conceit Magazine (conceitmagazine2007@yahoo.com) announces Prince George’s Short Story Contest sponsored by the BLACK WRITERS GUILD OF MARYLAND—in support of the magazine. DEADLINE: February 16, 2008 JUDGE: Judine Slaughter, Moderator of the Black Writers Guild, Inc. Winners announced at the 2008 Afrocentric Book Expo Saturday, February 23, 2008 10:00 am ET – 5:00 pm ET
Janet Riehl Featured Reader at 10th Annual Poets & Writers Picnic in Mountainair, NM, on August 25th
Last summer Dale Harris attended my talk “Show Me the Way to Go Home” at the Harwood Art Center in Albuquerque, New Mexico and invited me to be a featured reader forthe 2007 Poets and Writers Picnic. I was only too happy to say “Yes!” (Click here to read my talk “Show Me the Way…
Triptych: Jeweled Bones, Right Panel: Jewels Under Glass–Flash Fiction in Three parts by Janet Grace Riehl
This flash fiction of 3 parts, or panels, was originally published in The Portland Review. I’m posting it on Riehlife in three parts. “Triptych: Jeweled Bones” links to an on-going theme of how the land nurtures us as writers and creative people. Arletta Dawdy found inspiration in this piece and I’ll be posting her story-poem…
“Starlight”–a poem
“Evergreen Heights,” has nurtured six generations since the 1860s. Five of these generations produced poets. My father is now compiling a family poetry anthology from the works of these five generations. STARLIGHT Stars wink high in the sky, as dawn draws on sun reaps the sky. When she is done colors blaze as she pulls…
“Water Ceremonies,” Part II, Africa—a poem by Janet Grace Riehl (Tales from Maun, Botswana; Okavango Delta in Northern Botswana; Kalahari Desert in Western Botswna)
II. Africa Maun, Botswana Afternoons, I teach schoolchildren to swim in the flooded waters of the Tamalakane. Two fingers support wiry bodies that sink every chance they get. “Arch your back! Spread out your limbs! Float! Kick! Paddle!” Until one student travels under her own speed. We collapse on the bank, gasping with sputtered water…