Submissions to tinywords 22.2 — and a new writing prompt

photo of fishing boats at anchor, their reflections showing in the still water

tinywords 22.1 has now ended with Bryan Rickert’s haiku “departing summer”. The submission window for tinywords 22.2 will open on August 1st and remain open until the end of the month. Sending regular submissions to tinywords is a simple two-step process. Just check out our Guidelines and click on the Submissions Page from Aug. 1 through Aug. 31,  2022.  Please send us your small poems, haiga, or brief haibun to be considered for our next issue: tinywords 22.2.

To keep things lively while we work on the next issue, we present a new writing prompt: Fishing boats at anchor as seen from Harborview Park in Cape May, New Jersey. We hope their peaceful reflections inspire you to write a tiny poem or two in response. Be sure to share them with us: Leave your best efforts in response to the photo prompt in the comment box below and the tinywords editorial team will share the best of the best in tinywords 22.2, due out in late September, 2022.

Thanks again for dropping by. We look forward to reading what you have to say.

Be well,

The editors

96 thoughts on “Submissions to tinywords 22.2 — and a new writing prompt”

      1. Sometimes we look the other way, or another way, sometimes perhaps we don't see what we are looking at, so there's a number of possibliities I guess.

        kind regards,
        Alan

        1. I worry that the powers that be really do not see, or, more likely, don't want to see the obvious.
          We see a beautiful photo, fishing boats at rest in a harbour, calm for now, but in readiness. There are allusions from a few poets responding to tinywords' photo prompt to fish being at peace, but not shouting out enough about how we are decimating the oceans with over-fishing and littering it with human junk.
          It was this aspect to which I was referring.

          1. It's true that both fishing ports and fishing industry have been decimated, as has the fish population. Politics feels like a disease and corporate greed as a virus.

            Nothing is really ever silent, calm, or at peace is it? It's all pretty much smoke and mirrors, and maya. Something even more disastrous will be the only way we humans will wake up.

  1. passing summer days
    dreams dance to brightened colors
    soon the fall of snow

    __Nifty, Sam!
    __My thoughrt here… as our season quickly changes toward the white of snow; steps onward. _m

    1. I guess the site does not recognize the Turkish character in my name: It should be read as "Engin Gülez".

  2. fisher-person's whip
    flies at the end of that wind
    fishing rods flash flair

    Sam…
    __ Your feelings as you had so well written over a week ago: "between seasons – fishermen mend their nets – with dreams"… . Then, we must all be in 'Lifes Lake'… as a fisher-person mending our own nets. _m

  3. brains create the breeze
    as dust hides such deeper thought
    found ideas win

    __ So often… thoughts are lost in their own dust… perhaps, the "brain's breeze" will re-discover them._m

    1. lit fish-stall
      open mouths darken
      the night

      *Updated version as suggested by marlene mountain.
      tinywords ISSUE 10.3 | 27 OCTOBER 2010

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