'Out of the cradle, endlessly rocking...'

Sunday, July 7, 2013

poetry blues...

     So, today I received several emails rejecting poems I had submitted to a few journals. 
     Fuck 'em.
     I like posting my poems here, and sending 'em to friends and family the old fashioned way. 
     It's the seventeenth century all over again for us poets, dear reader. We write our poems, and circulate 'em amongst those we deem fit to receive 'em.
     Now, if only I could find a patron willing to give me a stipend of, say, three grand a week, for which I had to produce the occasional poem for his daughter's graduation or his wife's new pool house. 
     That would be sweet.

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