My ego tumbles /
among autumn rain and mud /
waiting for spring flowers.
My ego tumbles /
among autumn rain and mud /
waiting for spring flowers.
Filed under 2017, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Discovering the best in fiction, essays, and poetry
Source: The Missouri Review » Jeffrey E. Smith Editors’ Prize
DEADLINE: October 2, 2017
Winners receive publication, invitation to a reception and reading in their honor, and a cash prize.
Winners will be announced in early 2018.
Questions? E-mail contest_question@moreview.com.
Read a prizewinning story by Melissa Yancy, an essay by Peter Selgin, and a selection from poetry winners Katie Bickham, Kai Carlson-Wee, and Alexandra Teague.
27th Annual Jeffrey E. Smith Editors’ Prize$5,000 Fiction | $5,000 Nonfiction | $5,000 Poetry DEADLINE: October 2, 2017Winners receive publication, invitation to a reception and reading in their honor, and a cash prize.Guidelines Submit one piece of fiction or nonfiction up to 8,500 words or any number of poems up to 10 pages. Please double-space fiction and nonfiction entries. Multiple submissions and simultaneous submissions are welcome, but you must pay a separate fee for each entry and withdraw the piece immediately if accepted elsewhere. Entries must be previously unpublished. Entry fee: $22 Each entrant receives a one-year subscription to the Missouri Review in digital format (normal price $24) and a paperback copy of the first title of our new imprint, Missouri Review Books, The Trail of the Demon by Jane Gillette (normal price $14.95).Eligibility Previous winners of the Editors’ Prize and current University of Missouri students and faculty are ineligible. Previous Editors’ Prize finalists are welcome to enter again.Submit Online By mailWinners will be announced in early 2018.Questions? E-mail contest_question@moreview.com.Read a prizewinning story by Melissa Yancy, an essay by Peter Selgin, and a selection from poetry winners Katie Bickham, Kai Carlson-Wee, and Alexandra Teague.
Source: The Missouri Review » Jeffrey E. Smith Editors’ Prize
Filed under 2017, contest, Writing Tip Wednesday
Filed under 2017, CarToonsday
A writer and an elephant walked into a room. The elephant sat down in a chair and the writer sat down at the desk and began typing.
When the writer was done, he printed out the pages and placed them on the table, then left the room.
The elephant, read the pages, made some notations and other comments, then laid the pages back on the desk.
The writer came back into the room, read it and either nodded or wadded up the pages and threw them in the trash.
This went on for several weeks, then one day another tenant in the office complex asked the writer what he was doing.
“Working on a book.”
“What’s the elephant for?”
The writer said, “He’s my editor. My agent said if I didn’t hire an editor to help me with my writing, she’d never be able to sell my next book.”
“But an elephant?”
“He comes highly recommended and he works for peanuts.”
The tenant started to laugh, then stopped and asked, “Who recommended him?”
“My agent, the jackass.”
Filed under 2017, joke by author, Monday morning writing joke
Send away that day. /
That one! I don’t want it. /
It is called Monday.
Filed under 2017, Sunday silliness
O’ this problematic /
of all that is quite antic /
stands in ways dramatic /
at the lover’s front door. /
But it would be most ecstatic /
and even a touch fantastic /
to touch your life elastic /
once upon a time once more. /
Though time be a bit erratic /
and full of senseless static /
like a radio set to bombastic /
’tis you my heart adores. /
And though life is all to plastic /
with desires trifling spastic /
my mind trips the light romantic /
in wishing for amour. /
So, redact moments miasmic /
and reach for ones orgasmic /
and travel beyond the didactic /
until we reach each other’s door. /
–David E. Booker
Filed under 2017, poetry by author

Star Trek’s Lt. Commander Montgomery Scott and Star Trek: The Next Generation’s Captain Jean-luc Picard. To boldly go where no stuffed shirt has gone before.
Filed under 2017, photo by David E. Booker, Photo Finish Friday
I fear most being /
a fool before the universe /
when I could have been.
Filed under 2017, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Filed under 2017, cartoon by author, CarToonsday
Two writers who didn’t like each other met in a bar, as such writers often do. Each claimed it was his favorite bar and each claimed he had found it first. After several months of glowering at each other and bad mouthing each other, they agree to settle the matter with a duel of puns.
Since the tall writer won the eighth round, the short writer was allowed to go first for round nine. A set of cards was placed on the table between them, face down. On each card was a subject. The short writer flipped the card over and the subject was “job.”
Props were allowed, and for each turn, each writer could make one phone call.
Each writer had to say his pun and the audience would get to pick which one they preferred. The bartender, a waiter, and a waitress would be the judges as to who got the loudest groan.
After thinking a moment, the short writer asked for a needle. It took a moment, but when it arrived, it was a sewing needle, which wasn’t what he was hoping for, so he asked for a well done steak. When the steak arrived, sizzling on a plate, he jabbed the needle into it and held up the steak and needle. “Acupuncture is a jab well done.”
This immediately drew a long moan from the crowd, then a few laughs.
A few more laughs came when the short writer began eating the steak. “No sense wasting a prop.”
The tall writer waited until things were quiet, then he asked for a rolling and some rolls. It took a few moments, but when those arrived, he stood up, held up the rolls, and then waved the rolling pin in the air. “Bakers trade recipes on a knead to know basis.”
The crowd hesitated, then groaned, and there were a few laughs, particularly after the short writer asked to look at the tray of rolls. He snatched one from the center and ate it with his steak.
It was almost all the tall writer could do to keep from hitting the short writer on the head with the rolling pin.
It was close, but round eight went to the short writer. The short writer now had 4 wins, 3 losses, and 2 ties.” The tall writer also had 3 wins, 4 losses, and 2 ties.
Filed under 2017, Monday morning writing joke