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Read our latest issue of Scrap Paper: A Creative Writing Newsletter to learn about the upcoming UM-Flint Poetry Award and read the first place piece of our Love Stinks Writing Contest. We hope you enjoy!
Your ego loves
my insecurities.
My insecurity
craves your attention.
Lover of nature,
soft beam of moonlight
turned to lightning…
My adoration is like hot trash
The gunk you find in your kitchen grease trap
Mine affection is milk, forgotten in the sun
Sourdough starter way overdone
In this issue of Scrap Paper: A Creative Writing Newsletter, we are focusing on submission opportunities and tips. This includes our Spooktacular Writing Contest results, the upcoming Hopwood Writing Contests, and an interview with a PentaCat Press publisher! Also featured is the first place piece from our Spooktacular Writing Contest. We hope you enjoy! Scrap Paper
Your love, a sweet veneer, concealed poison’s blade,
An insidious elixir, familiar yet ominous shade,
A weapon cloaked as affection, it did cascade,
Turning my world into a sinister masquerade.
At the foot of the bed
There hangs a mirror
The space on the wall that yet
was clear:
Scrap Paper: A Creative Writing Newsletter April Issue We’re back with a new issue of Scrap Paper, our creative writing newsletter! In celebration of Poetry Month, our April issue covered “Bite-Sized Poetry for the Perpetually Busy or Easily Distracted,” prose poetry, rhythm and meter, and more. It also included the 1st place poem from our
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