Literary Magic Short Story and Poetry Contest Winners

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Contest Results: Literary Magic has met with yet another pair of successful writing contests. Last month, we closed our first ever paid writing contest. Now, the editors have spoken, and offered free critiques for the winning entries. The first place poem and story winners will each receive their promised payments, as well as their critiques which can be found directly following each story and poem. Just click on the link to be taken to each winner's page to read the entry followed by editors' critiques. Literary Magic would like to thank all of the writers who submitted their work. While we received many pieces worthy of recognition, only the top three ...

January 17, 2011

3rd Place Poem: “A Father’s Love” By Anthony Murray

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A Father’s Love By Anthony Murray I Thought That I Knew All About Love, And Then I Was Blessed With You From Above. You Are Such A Handsome Little Boy, And Have Brought Me So Much Joy. For You I Will Always Be There, For You I Will Always Care. I Love You With All Of My Heart, I Always Have From The Very Start. Always Do The Best You Can, And You Will Grow To Be A Great Man. My Love For You Will Never Falter, You Will Make Someone Very Happy At The Altar. A Father’s Love Is A Bond For Life, Something That Can Be Cut By No Knife. Editors' Critiques ...

January 17, 2011

2nd Place Poem: “Ain’t No Dr. Seuss” by Lisa Rose,

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Ain't No Dr. Seuss By Lisa Rose We got mold bright and bold. Freaks and leaks, dealers and stealers, Do you hear me Sam I am? We got pimps with limps And hoes so high, they fly To the top. Hear that, Hop on Pop? Fox in socks hold on tight, Or cold feet---tonight. One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish Grinch make a wish No Christmas in the Shelter, Only helter skelter. The Cat in the Hat Kills more than a rat. Thing One and Thing Two, Shoot ya for your shoe. This is 224, Highland Avenue Sam I am. Oh No! The places you go! Editor's Critique By Charles Brooks III, Literary Magic Poetry ...

January 17, 2011

1st Place Poetry: “I Shudder” by Shirley Bracken

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I Shudder By Shirley Bracken Winter I feel nothing your icy kiss leaves me numb Your raw coat of shifting winds leaves me frigid isolated in the cold I shudder Editor's Critique By Charles Brooks III, Literary Magic Poetry Editor This poem is by far the best submitted to the contest because it is open and can be read the way the reader breathes. The poem doesn’t tell the reader every emotion, but leaves it gaping to mirror how “cold” we feel and what makes us “shudder”. “I Shudder” can be about the season itself or whatever it is that makes the reader (at that moment) ...

January 17, 2011

The Painter’s Mantle

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The Painter’s Mantle By Nayanathara   Whenever I get time, I do pen a few lines of poetry or don the painter’s mantle, Not a mere hobby or an idle woman’s pastime – But an exploration of my long-lost identity, an honest expression of my thoughts, an aesthetic unravelling of my past, present and future. Quite often, I do spend a considerable time pondering over my life’s incorrigible patterns – Its sudden undulations, its sloppy curves, mountainous terrains, gargantuan crevices and gorges, its stupendous waterfalls… After having thought long and hard, I finally wield my long, broad brush and palette of cool, placid colours. In a span of few hours, a painting ...

January 21, 2010

Pathetic Sympathy

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Pathetic Sympathy By Marc Jan   There is a symphony renowned in the world for being candid and in complete cadence, known as La symphony du Soleil - Orchestra of a loosely known truth, of loosely lucid use. The crowds hail it as sweet, seemingly oblivious to any flaw it may have, segued unto the smooth outlines of life - a paper sail-boat navigating the imagination of description itself, blown by desire for beauty. Wrist watches are taken and returned at the entrance; even the slight dissonance of time's tick disrupts the fluidity of music and the colour that permeates from it, creating chaos where there should be only beauty. Delectable elegance, voluptuous reverence, a mind-bending resonance veneering timeless bounds - a ...

January 21, 2010

Fiberglass Dinosaurs

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Fiberglass Dinosaurs By Karl Koweski   The frozen monstrosities hulk in the Tennessee woods like junkyard Camaros. It’s the prehistoric world as envisioned by Dr. Seuss. red dinosaur blue dinosaur one dinosaur two dinosaurs Fiberglass dinosaurs languish in the mid July heat. Giant toy reptiles consort regardless of Mesozoic period. Deep time is an illusion in the reality of the moment. My family and I stand in the shadow of a forty foot tall Tyrannosaurus Rex shellacked into PBS subjugation. My wife views Dinosaur World as a chance to exercise her legs after a four hour drive. My daughter sees it as another experience to relate to her grade school friends. For me its another wasted fifty dollars, another bead on a vacational string of wasted fifty dollars. My three-year-old son sees a ...

January 21, 2010

Time

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Time By Marc Jan   I once was told that manifolds held in them a scripture of numbers unlike integers; the kind that slipped beyond fingers like butterflies watched in awe. Their logarithm was diaphanous with variables tending towards infinite cataclysm of organisms - this chaos; it brewed their magic, their life. I forgot who told me this -- the shine of the next day though, I could count. It was weaved in twos, pairs, conjugal proposals of marriage, love, dance and heat. The warmth radiated from the particle- comet showers on my skin, prickling shivers from my fingertips -- why did I let go so easily? Oh, a physicist! That's who told me... But by day three he was ...

January 21, 2010

Words Between Us

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Words Between us By Ivana Plucinski   Words between us Are not the breathing wind that hides our footprints, Not waves that fall on any shore Nor conquest, nor bitterness of defeats This lexis of intuitive wing Sets course by star In images of coming home And echoes of understanding, The matter of life may weigh heavy In the mass of memory And by inertia or momentum spin Might resist new fields of being, Content with virtual force of wishful influence, Looking into mirrors of time Where orbits of the planets Make ages in the mind. Words between us Fly from the ashes, make new fire New lust for life real energy, Attracted ...

January 21, 2010

Untitled

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Untitled By Micaela Gardner   I was just a little dot Sat lonesome on a page. I did my job; ended a sentence Earned minimum wage. But when I saw you across the line I knew I'd finally be whole when We two dots came together: We made ourselves a colon. We had our baby daughter: A beautiful little dash. Straight as an arrow yet On occasion a bit rash. Sometimes--not always--she was abrupt And would interrupt and scoff At her absent-minded brother, Ellipses Who'd often trail off... One thing I've learned about good parentheses That endears, organizes, and amazes Is how carefully they tuck them in at night (Their little fragments and phrases). Love is a misplaced comma It trips, you, up, like this And causes the eternal pauses Before an unsure kiss. There ...

January 21, 2010