Happy Friday — or as happy as a Friday the thirteenth can be.
If you’re feeling superstitious and would rather avoid today’s bad‑luck vibes by staying home with a mug of something warm, we’ve got you covered. NewPages is back with our weekly roundup of submission opportunities, plus a little spark of inspiration to get those creative juices flowing.
Inspiration Prompt: It Just Takes Time…or A Jug of Moonshine
While reading the inaugural issue of Poetry Midwest, Paul Hostovsky’s poem “Flents” stopped me in my tracks. Perhaps it’s because my own grandfather passed away this past December, but the poem’s shift in perspective felt especially resonant.
In the poem, Paul Hostovsky recalls being fascinated as a boy by his father’s “Flents”—waxy, bite-sized lumps molded to the shape of his father’s ear canals. At thirteen and a half, they were novelties, curious mementos of the man himself. It wasn’t until Hostovsky reached the age his father was when he passed away that Hostovsky’s perspective changed. He realized those Flents weren’t just objects, but shields his father used to endure the very rock music Hostovsky once blasted through the house while his father lay in bed dying.
Perspective is a living thing—rarely objective, and always subject to change.
