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Red Landscape

Heritage Writers Guild
50th Anniversary
Anthology

All HWG members, past and present, are invited to submit work.

Rules for HWG 50th Anniversary Book:

  1. Submit no more than two entries, excluding art. Entries must family appropriate. No politics, please.

  2. Please have your work edited before submitting. Too many errors or typos may disqualify the entry.

  3. A subcommittee will select which submission/s will be included. We will do our best to make sure at least one of your works will be in the book.

  4. Font: Times New Roman.

  5. Poetry should be single-spaced. Title size 14, the rest 12.

  6. Line limit 40, line length 2.5 inches. See example below.

  7. Prose (fiction or non-fiction) use 1.15 with the title (size 14, the rest 12) and author’s name 1/3 down and centered. All other margins one inch. Right side justified. See example below.

  8. Prose: word limit 2500

  9. Submit poetry and prose to

    1. NEW CHANGE: Jeremiah Atkinson: jeremiahatkinson@gmail.com (Please use 'HWG Anniversary Book' as the header of the email).

    2. Submit art work to Marilyn Richardson at jayrich@infowest.com

 

Submissions may be sent beginning June 1st. DEADLINE is a month later, midnight, June 30, 2023.

 

If you have question contact one of the editors. They are happy to talk to you.

Marilyn Richardson – jayrich@infowest.com

MarieTollstrup – mariect@infowest

 

Your work remains your property as will be stated on a front page of the book.

We want your best work. If it has been published or has won prizes, you may indicate this below your entry.  

Sample:
     2nd prize, Beacon contest, 2022

Book cover designer wanted! Please contact jayrich@infowest.com

Sample Entries

A Christmas Gift ~ A True Story

 

Deloris R. Lukens

 

It was Christmas Eve, 1940 and the Depression had not yet ended. As he had done for ages, St. Nick had touched the universe with his tangible gift of the Christmas spirit. Truckloads of gifts had arrived at the Children's Home Society in Los Angeles—everything from a fruitcake baked by a mother's tender hand in her own warm kitchen to lifelike Disney characters sent by the dozens from the great Walt Disney Studios. The older children at the orphanage were bursting with excitement at the prospect of spending the holiday with real families.

           I was a student nurse in pediatric training at the Children's Home Society and this was my first Christmas away from home. Most of the student nurses had gone home for the holidays and I had a hollow, nine-million-miles-from-home-stomach-ache as I spurred myself on to the nursery for the afternoon shift.

           The nursery, which was usually a beehive of activity, was eerily quiet as the evening shadows began to play hide and seek. I looked at the tiny babes in their cribs as they lay sleeping, helpless and innocent and deprived of parents' love on their first Christmas on earth. There was a bouncing Baby Boy Clawson, cuddly Baby Girl Davis, tiny Baby Girl Jenkins. Most of them did not yet have given names. My musings spotlighted the crib where Baby Boy Morris lay sleeping. He was to be released the next day and I envisioned his first Christmas day in a warm, comfortable cottage where there would be butter on the bread and a good morning hug and presents under the tree.

(If any award, list below story.)

A Mouse in the House

 

Wm. Rowe Smith

                       

Comes a scream from me spouse,

There’s a mouse in the house.

Up jumps she on a chair

Waving both arms in the air.

A mouse in the house,

I say to me spouse.

What frightens you so

Of a poor little mouse?

Get that thing out of here,

Get it out of my house.

Then she yells to our son,

Run, fetch me a gun.

GUN, I say with alarm.

A gun in your hands

I know would cause harm.

But back comes our son,

And hands her the gun.

The next sound I hear

Nearly busted me ear.

The poor little mouse

Was shaking from fear.

Spouse, shaking so bad

I feared she would fall.

Now there goes the mouse

Right out of the house

Out through

The new hole in the wall.

(If any award, list below poem.)

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