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Lilac City Fairy Tales Anthology
Sharma Shields and Ellen Welcker invite authors to submit an original poem or story on the theme MARRY A MONSTER. Here’s the whole story, from their email:
We’d like to ask you to submit an original poem or story for the second Lilac City Fairy Tales anthology, which will collect the work of regional writers and writers with connections to Spokane on the theme MARRY A MONSTER.
MARRY A MONSTER, you say? And we say to you, yes: MARRY IT, in 1,200 words or less. Marry it realistically, fantastically, metaphorically, in a courthouse wedding, in your heart of hearts, because you’re the last two monsters on earth, because your parents arranged for it, because s/he seemed so nice (at first)–in other words, you are free to interpret this theme in whatever way you’d like. At the end of this email, you’ll find the poem from which this theme was taken, A.E. Stallings’ “Fairy-tale Logic.”
The deadline for submissions is November 15, and you can send submissions to:
All proceeds from the book will go to INK after we pay for printing costs.
The anthology walks the aisle with the Lilac City Fairy Tales event, February 14, 2016, a night of readings and music by regional authors and musicians on this very theme. While only women will be on stage at this event, men are welcome to submit to the anthology and encouraged to attend. The book’s release party, TBA, will invite both men and women to share their work from the anthology. More on that soon.
If you’d like to check out last year’s anthology, you can find it at Auntie’s, Atticus, and your nearest library. We hope you’ll consider submitting!
Please pass this along to local writers/friends who we may have missed. You can email your manuscripts to us when they’re ready. Good luck with your fairy tales/poems/essays!
Sharma Shields and Ellen Welcker
BY A. E. STALLINGS
Fairy tales are full of impossible tasks:
Gather the chin hairs of a man-eating goat,
Or cross a sulphuric lake in a leaky boat,
Select the prince from a row of identical masks,
Tiptoe up to a dragon where it basks
And snatch its bone; count dust specks, mote by mote,
Or learn the phone directory by rote.
Always it’s impossible what someone asks—
You have to fight magic with magic. You have to believe
That you have something impossible up your sleeve,
The language of snakes, perhaps, an invisible cloak,
An army of ants at your beck, or a lethal joke,
The will to do whatever must be done:
Marry a monster. Hand over your firstborn son.