Submissions for 11/14/08

Happy Friday feeders. This week was an awesome week for submissions. Aaron Biros and Caitlin Magarity gave us a lot of cool stuff to post for the next couple of weeks, so thanks a lot guys! Not much to say this week. Kelsi Wilson (your newest admin to Well Fed Principles) and I have started discussing a monthly theme of art for people to submit. The first one we're working on is called "One Page Stories", where you have to write an entire story in only one page on Word. the best ones will be put up on the site. We're also working on 55 fictions and some other concepts. So keep checking the site for the next couple of months, because a lot more stuff is coming our way.

Keep those submissions coming and keep talking about WFP. Next week we have some work from Sana K and Pavel Gogotsi. Now, on with the art...




-Aaron Biros



"Human Nature to Streets" (Photo and Poem)



this woman was a bullfrog
eyes lazy and all
wading on a newspaper lily pad
with a briefcase in hand
the weather was cold
thus the flies became scarce
rarely meeting her prayer
through begging the passerby

she used to be a child
with human parents
every selfish need met
she changed her form
amongst such tall towers
now her smiles are made
by greeting cold shoulders
and returning their denial with god's blessing

newspapers to blankets
bus stops to beds
human nature to streets

-Photo and Poem by Caitlin Magarity


"One Page Story"

The way twilight hits Philadelphia reminds him of the sky outside his bedroom on a brisk fall day. His childhood bedroom; the towering trees in the alleyway, his neighbor’s house. The windows slightly cracked, allowing the chill to hit his fingers with a biting warmth, a small cat’s playful nibble. His fingers work up and down the black and white keys as he puts his whole being into his arms. His arms…backforthbackforthinoutinout all night as his accordion’s song billows through his bedroom. His eyes never opened, his mouth never closed. His ecstasy never less than extraordinary. He remembers all of this while he sits on the street at dusk. A tin can before him sits very unfilled. The apathetic nouveau riche walk by, never looking for fear of succumbing to his inner beauty. They don’t want it, they don’t care about it. A smile wipes across his stubbly mug. He falls back into his childhood, mouth opened, eyes closed. He pumps his accordion into the Philadelphia air. As he lives, a boy walks past with friends. He hears his song and smiles, remembering her, and how excited she’d be.

-Brad Moore


-Photo by Dan Mulligan




-Photo by Joe Tomlinson




-Photo by Anne Wenzel


Thanks for all of the submissions. I hope next week proves to be as fruitful as this week.

Until next time...Well Fed Principles