The Malahat Review Novella Prize
Deadline: February 1, 2010
$500 Prize (plus $40/page upon publication)
Submit a single work of fiction, with a minimum length of 10,000 words,
and a maximum length of 20,000 words. No restrictions as to genre, subject
matter, or aesthetic approach apply.
Fees: $35 CAD for Canadians
$40 USD for US entries
$45 USD for entries from elsewhere
For more information: http://www.malahatreview.ca/novella_contest/info.html
Enquiries: malahat@uvic.ca
The Malahat Review Far Horizons Award for Poetry
Deadline: May 1, 2010
$500 Prize (plus $40/page upon publication)
Authors who have not yet had their poetry published in book format (a book
of 48 pages or more) can submit up to three poems per entry, max. 60 lines
each.
Fees: $25 CAD for Canadians
$30 USD for US entries
$35 USD for entries from elsewhere
For more information:
http://www.malahatreview.ca/far_horizons_poetry/info.html
Enquiries: malahat@uvic.ca
The Malahat Review Creative Non-Fiction Prize
Deadline: August 1, 2010
$500 Prize (plus $40/page upon publication)
Submit one work of creative non-fiction between 2000 and 3000 words in
length. No restrictions as to subject matter or approach apply. For
example, personal essay, memoir, cultural criticism, nature writing, or
literary journalism.
Fees: $35 CAD for Canadians
$40 USD for US entries
$45 USD for entries from elsewhere
For more information:
http://www.malahatreview.ca/creative_non-fiction_prize/info.html
Enquiries: malahat@uvic.ca
The Malahat Review Open Season Awards
Deadline: November 1, 2010
$1000 Prize in each of three categories
Submit work in any of our three marquee genres: poetry, short fiction, or
creative non-fiction. Poetry: up to three poems per entry (max. 100 lines
each); Short Fiction and Creative Non-Fiction: one piece (max 2500 words)
Fees: $35 CAD for Canadians
$40 USD for US entries
$45 USD for entries from elsewhere
For more information:
http://www.malahatreview.ca/open_season/info.html
Enquiries: malahat@uvic.ca
The Writing Pool 
FOR ALL THE CHILDREN WHOSE PARENTS ARE on DRUGS
FOR ALL THE CHILDREN WHOSE PARENTS ARE behind Bars
FOR ALL THE CHILDREN WHOSE PARENTS put there significant other before there kidz
And FOR ALL THE CHILDREN WHOSE PARENTS WHO just decided that they no longer wanted to be parents anymore this ONE GOSE OUT TO YOU
Because I know your HURT, RAGE, and ANGER too!
At first you act like it doesn’t bother you so
But somehow the pain latches on and the depression doesn’t want to let go
And no matter how much words you tell yourself the anger never really goes away
And Prozac or Zoloft won’t make that hole in your heart close up some day
Because me I will kill myself all over again and yet I would die for you
I wish you could open up your eyes and see all the shit that you have put me through
Because I didn’t ask to be here and yet it seems
That my life was taken away and my mother was replaced be a crack fiend
The longingness to be held the feelings of incomplete
Who’s laughing now, now that your 13 year old son aint got no place to sleep?
Aint got no food to eat
Aint got no shoes on his feet
Aint got, aint got the teacher asks me what type of English are you using?
Well right about now I could care less about school when my stomach is achen sold for the drugs that my mother is using
You see she left us and went on her own behalf
And all I could remember is how the neighborhood kids would stare, point, and laugh
Close my eyes cause I don’t want the world to see
The hate, rage, and anger that lives deep inside of me
14 years old and I had to give up a piece of ass for a place to sleep
And it’s a crying shame the way crack whore makes promises they know they can’t keep
15 years old and I had to get out there and live on my own
It’s a true pity of having a place to stay yet and still I can’t call it my home
For we are the children of the night and our voices have yet to be heard
Were the ones with the shattered dreams and unspoken words?
Somebody tell me where was my pot to piss in and my window to throw it out
Where was the love the day my mother decided that you know what Uneek “YOU GOTTA GET OUT”
Get out, Get Out now the government has to pay someone to do your job
and you sit and wonder why my life was so hard
I lived the life of a child who was raped
And child that everyone loved but one in which NO ONE would take
I had no father but I had a lot of wannabe’s
No mother yet she was always sitting right in front of me
HOLD UP whatever happen to giving a child love, respect, and a good home
Because when you do that same beauty will manifest itself and spring fourth a better creation
And this part goes out to all the parents who put there significant other, DRUGS, SEX, or CLUBBING before their children you unsung heroes marked by travesty and graves
If you didn’t want to be a real parent you should have zip up your dicks and closed you’re fucking legs
We needed your love and so much more
If you didn’t want to take care of us you shouldn’t have had us what the hell do you think birth control is for
The sad part is you will never hear our cries you will keep on moving with it
For we are now children marked by numbers and you’re just another name on our birth certificate!