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Thanksgiving Wishes

carmel and maxDear Writing for Peace Family,

I’m thinking this morning about all of you, our wonderful directors, inspiring advisers, and amazing contributors, Young Writers and readers, with gratitude.

There are times (especially in the last two years) when discouragement takes on a life of its own, much like the cartoon characters with black clouds hovering over their heads day after day as they go about their business. What they don’t have that we do is the community, support, and encouragement of each other.

I can never feel discouraged for long when I think of all of you, approaching each day with an emphasis not on what you can’t accomplish, but what you can. You chip away at seemingly insurmountable obstacles, smile at neighbors and strangers, and do your civic duties with diligence and good cheer. The work created in this spirit adds light and wisdom to our collective consciousness and humanity as a whole, making hope a beautiful and tangible thing.

From all of us at Writing for Peace, many thanks for your ongoing support and all that you do to make this world a better place. Whether you are in the U.S. or elsewhere on this exquisite globe, we wish you a very Happy Thanksgiving.

Much love and appreciation,


Carmel Mawle is president and founder of Writing for Peace. She writes from the northern Colorado Rocky Mountains where she lives with her husband and Max, a ten-pound border terrier mix who firmly believes he’s a mountain dog. You can find her blog at www.carmelmawle.com.

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Our Writings Can Make a Difference, Poetry by Peter Street

Peter Street, Writing for Peace AdvisorOur Writings Can Make a Difference

by Peter Street

I think some people may mistakenly believe our writings cannot make a difference – well they are so wrong- my dear lord they are wrong.

I was so desperate to join Writing for Peace. It was something I had to do. It almost  seemed as important as breathing itself. Ok, that may be a little over the top, but I seriously believe writers can make a difference – that  is writers from all levels, and children. Yes, children – I went back to Croatia in 1996 to write for Scouting Magazine (over 21’s) and for the United Nation’s Refugee Agency about the therapy camps set up for children who had witnessed, among other things,  executions.  While we as adults didn’t get much from them in the way of conversation,  they were eager to talk to other young people from all parts of Europe. It was a case of young people talking and writing for young people who had similar experiences.

One of the reasons I went to the war as a poet was to write about the women and children there, because very few t.v. networks ( if any) were saying much about them. Here are three poems from my time in the Bosnian/Croatian conflict.


Thinner than thin, sexless,
no breast to milk her babies with,
the ones she’d pushed five miles
up through Sniper’s Alley

to this hotel (for Dignitaries),
her face gaunt, towards death,
floral dress a shroud.

In one hand she gripped
a plastic bag of custard, spuds,
chewed bones, while with
the other she begged for more
in good English.

I gave her ten Deutschmark,
two pounds of rice, a tin
of pilchards. She dropped
to her knees, sobbing.



Our wagons rock, jerk
through lines of pot-holes
a foot deep in a cinder path
where children walk barefoot.

It’s a ride down
into something I don’t understand;
a dog shelter where at least
one hundred families live,

who beg out their hands
and cough loud barking coughs.

Naked kids swapping boredom
for disease under a tap
that’s splashing cold silver
into mud pies.

Our interpreter – an English Lit. student, his family wiped out, is talking of Shelley in a waste land such as Eliot never saw.


Bomb Damage

Something was itching my eyes to stare
over at the machines.

Only I seemed to hear the bleeping
yet my whole family was standing there
and everyone who had ever lived,

the whole universe even,  all screaming
not to look. Yet the bleeping seemed

to bounce off every childhood picture
and get-well card
in the Zagreb hospital:
like a ball to my feet.

Then I made my mistake
and looked at a face,
a kind of no-face with holes for eyes
nose, mouth,

legs missing from the knees down
still stuck to all those bits of shrapnel somewhere, which banged her life   apart.
A little girl, bandaged

in mummy,  almost pretty.
Some nurse had taken an age
getting each lap perfect
so proud that when we look

we might still see a person,
someone whole.

Listening To The Dark, by Peter StreetPeter Street’s new collection, “Listening To The Dark”, was just released by Penniless Press Publications.  In his latest collection, Peter reflects on the arguments for/against a war with the humans and their ignorance regarding global warming. Says Peter, “This sixth collection covers my travels in Iceland, my life in and around the north west U.K., and the latest flora and fauna.”

Click here to order a copy of “Listening to the Dark” by Peter Street.

Get Involved:

Call for Submissions: The Writing for Peace Literary Journal, DoveTales is accepting poetry, fiction, essays, photography, and art. Find Submission guidelines here.

2013 Young Writers Contest: Poetry, Fiction, and Nonfiction divisions, ages 13-19. Find guidelines here.

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Next time…

Veronica Golos, Writing for Peace Advisor

A Word from Veronica Golos

Don’t miss our next post, when we’ll hear from Writing for Peace Adviser, poet Veronica Golos. Veronica Golos is the author of Vocabulary of Silence (Red Hen Press, 2011), and winner of the 2011 New Mexico Book Award.

Learn more about Veronica here.

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