Tadpole Press

At Compassiviste Publishing, we’ve had the privilege of working closely with Tadpole Press ~ especially around their writing contests and the launch of their new literary magazine. What we’ve learned: when two organizations decide to support one another rather than view each other as rivals, something remarkable happens. Ideas expand, creative energy multiplies, and everyone benefits.

some things, I've decided, are better left as fossils crumpled, shaken things you never would have said

the heat that came in waves throughout our homes, our feet, our minds sizzled like slugs caught on the drying, moth-eaten rind

they say you're only lonesome when it rains something about the gods weeping but I don't think that's true

This is what fills me with hope: These authors entered a short writing contest. Now their words are published in an international anthology whose profits support humanitarian and sustainability projects. That’s how you go from a contest entry to global impact.

These tiny poems are freeing because they don't have to make sense. What does it mean to be a gleam in a buffalo's eye? What does it mean to be yesterday? Or a Saturday? What if whatever you wrote made perfect sense and no sense at all?

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The keeper of the keys of time had watched over the kingdom longer than time itself. He walked the lands at night, checking every door. What

It was an eternity filled with both the temptation of the unknown and the fear of discovery. She knew that this sip at once would destroy th

You may have noticed that I've started sharing more of my writing on this blog. I'll still offer thoughts on the creative process, but those will be interspersed with pieces I've written that are calling to be shared. This piece, I suppose, is actually both.

Creative living isn't about waiting for the perfect studio, the right materials, or that elusive "someday" when we'll finally have enough

sometimes when I don’t have anything  to say I sit  outside  and stare    at stars just to remember

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One summer when I was in college, I worked as an orientation leader giving tours and presentations to prospective students and their...

Thinking back on both of these experiences, I wonder how much of our creativity is really just an uncommon idea borrowed from someone or som

If you could choose only one word for the coming year, what would it be?

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