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3rd Fall 2018 Change: Louisiana Words Introduces Visuals & Music, but Says Goodbye to Long Form Writing



Louisiana Words will start collaborative marketing on Sundays in our new fall series, "Rhythms & Visions". We find that poetry doesn’t just have to be written or spoken, it can be sang in a song, it can be a painting or a shown through a film. Louisiana Words features several multi-talented artists and we want to expand to showcase how proud we are of all their abilities in life, not just, specifically writing. “Rhythms & Visions” premieres Sunday, September 23rd,  posts on Sundays (before the weekly update), and is available on the home blog, Facebook, Twiitter, & Instagram.

However, Louisiana Words will only accept contributions that are poetry, flash fiction, or a series. Up until Fall 2018, we have been open to any form of writing, but we believe that feedback and results show that our community caters much to the “get a quick read & get inspired audience.” Therefore, we will no long accept full-length short stories, plays, or essays, except for some specials circumstance or promotion. Ideally, contributions should not exceed 2 pages. Due to other applications that cater to a variety of different writings, you can expect most (is not all) long form writing to disappear from the blog and be found in new homes.

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