The last time I posted about myself, I was planning to use a submission service to send my poems out to poetry magazines and journals. At the last minute, I decided instead to be mentored by Jeffrey Levine, who is the founder, publisher, and editor of Tupelo Press. It has been very helpful and will continue into the future, for a while anyway. And interestingly, Jeffrey doesn’t know of any literary magazines who refuse to publish poems already published in a blog, although that’s what the submissions service had said, hence my decision to stop posting my poetry on my blog. So with that news, guess I’ll start publishing the occasional poem, starting today. Merry Christmas and happy holidays to all!
Some months back, I was working on a poem and looked over at the pile of unwashed dishes on the counter and this little poem wrote itself:
Who, oh who, will clean my house,
and when, oh when, will they do it?
Everyone knows it won’t be me,
’cause now I am a poet.
To those whose blogs I follow, just a note to let you know I haven’t been feeling well for some weeks now, though on the mend, I hope; some good days, some not so good days, which is why sometimes I miss a post or two, or don’t comment as soon as I might otherwise. I hope to be back on top of things, or as much as I ever am, soon!
1. This is awesome.
2. This is tricky.
3. This is shit.
4. I am shit.
5. This might be OK.
6. This is awesome.
I read the above on a favorite blog of mine, Living Undone by Cathy Aten. This description of how creativity works (author unknown) is hilarious and, at least in my case, true.