Wee-Sources: Hope, Opportunity, and Pep Up Poetry

Hello dear Weaders,





Recent events in my home country of the United States have saddened me in profound ways. Now more than ever I have found myself overcome with a need to find bright spots filled with hope, opportunity, and poetry. It is my goal to make Wee Words for Wee Ones a place filled with those things for you all as well.

Here are this week's Wee-Sources:










I'm all for the use of four-letter words. Depending on the time and place, nothing can convey how I feel quite like a well-chosen four-letter word. In this particular time and place, the four-letter word I am choosing over and over is HOPE.

There is a line in the poem, "Blessing of Hope" by Jan Richardson from her book The Cure for Sorrow: A Book of Blessings for Times of Grief that goes like this:

hope is not made
of wishes
but of substance

Isn't that beautiful to think about? That hope is not just a wish, but has substance? What substance is your hope made of?

For me as a writer, my hope is found in the creating: putting words together to find coherence, putting sentences together to find cohesion, putting paragraphs together to find meaning. When I go from nothing to something, I find hope. A blank mind to an idea, I find hope. A blank page to a poem, I find hope. A blank computer screen to a blog post, I find hope.

The substance of my hope cannot change policy or history, but maybe it will give a child (and their parent) moments of joy and diversion that can uplift their spirit. And to do this my words need to be published. In that spirit I am sharing with you a couple of submission opportunities that I found at a blog called, Publishing...and Other Forms of Insanity. These Cricket Media opportunities are for their youngest markets for which I am most interested, but the blog has a variety of other publishing opportunities as well. I have pitched to the Cricket Media group periodically over the years without success, and once again, I am going to embrace hope and submit again. Will you join me?







Ladybug: Making Make Believe (ages 3 - 6). Genre: Short stories, poetry, rebus stories, and songs to fuel the young child’s imagination. "We’re interested in work with an imaginative or magical twist, whether it’s a contemporary story of children at play, a gentle fantasy, a retelling of a folk or fairy tale, or an exaggerated story told by a narrator who might not be entirely reliable. LADYBUG accepts fiction up to 800 words (shorter work is fine) and poetry up to 20 lines. For our young audience, we are looking for lively writing that begs to be read aloud, as well as playfulness, humor, and lyricism." Payment: Stories and articles: up to 25¢ per word. Deadline: June 15, 2020.

Ladybug: My Family (ages 3 - 6). Genre: Short stories, nonfiction, poetry, rebus stories, and songs about family life. "Send us stories about the personal or cultural traditions that make each family special: celebrating holidays, passing down jokes and stories, annual scavenger hunts, favorite trips, and more. Whether funny or heartfelt, we’re interested in stories about the routines and rhythms that give young children a sense of belonging. LADYBUG accepts fiction up to 800 words, nonfiction up to 400 words, and poetry up to 20 lines." Payment: Stories and articles: up to 25¢ per word.  Deadline: June 15, 2020.

Babybug: Beep-Beep, Vroom-Vroom! (for babies and toddlers). Genre: Poetry, action rhymes, finger plays, and simple stories about all kinds of vehicles. "For inspiration, you might think of little ones who are fascinated with construction sites or sailboat-filled harbors, or those who love watching bicycles, trains, buses, and garbage trucks. Please keep manuscripts short; poems can be up to eight lines and stories up to six sentences. When we read submissions, we are especially interested in rhythmic writing that babies and toddlers will want to hear again and again." Payment: Stories and articles: up to 25¢ per word. Deadline: June 15, 2020.

Babybug: Breezy Summer. (for babies and toddlers). Genre: Poetry, action rhymes, finger plays, and very short stories that celebrate summertime. "Your work might explore sunny outings to the park or beach, the season’s special games, sights, and sounds, or some other interesting aspect of summer. We’re looking for playful writing that the very young will want to hear again and again. Please be concise; poems can be up to eight lines and stories up to six sentences." Payment: Stories and articles: up to 25¢ per word. Deadline: June 15, 2020.











 Last week I told you about Kathryn Apel's Poetry Pep Up. I have completed the daily prompts and wow, my poetry has definitely pepped up thanks to Kat! Take a look:

Day One: The challenge was to create a Zentangle Poem:
    Below is my zentangle. I used a random page from Turtles All the Way Down by John Green:

    the silence between us
    wanted to know
    what is 
    a reward
    you give 
    to forget
    being vulnerable
    ©2020, Bridget Magee. All Rights Reserved.

    Day Two: The challenge was to create an epigram and/or a solage. I chose to do both.

    My attempt at an epigram is actually a revision of a poem I wrote previously:

    as I open wide the lesson in oral hygiene is drilled in
    ©2020, Bridget Magee. All Rights Reserved.

    And here is my attempt at a solage:

    fire ant bites
    my toe ignites
    inflamed
    ©2020, Bridget Magee. All Rights Reserved.

    Day Three: The challenge was to write a Tetractys poem. 
    This is my tetractys:


    cow
    chews cud
    cocks her head
    to eye my pup
    she lows, "don't come near my calf" as we pass
    ©2020, Bridget Magee. All Rights Reserved.

    Day Four: The challenge was write a poem based on a photo.


    My picture poem is reflective of the collective spirit in my household right now:

    Day Five: The challenge was to write a Golden Shovel poem.

    My strike line is the above line from the poem "Blessing of Hope" by Jan Richardson.

    In my privileged bubble, my hope
    usually selfishly centers around nothing of consequence. Is
    it my fault I don't realize what is happening to those not
    like me? YES! My reality is made
    of opportunities afforded me by the oppression of 
    those deemed "other". People whose wishes
    are just as filled with hope but
    their odds of achievement are based on the color of
    their skin, not their substance.
    ©2020, Bridget Magee. All Rights Reserved.

    Please meander over to Reflections on the Teche where Margaret has a Golden Shovel poem of her own as she host Poetry Friday this week.