There are hundreds of poetry journals. As a reader and a writer I was interested in which of them would most likely imitate the style and subject of poetry I enjoy. 92 more words
3 weeks, 3 days
That summer one-eyed jacks were wild:
we learned new rules, left tea to brew.
Smoke stilled air. Leaves lay unturned.
Unemployment was another high. 1,261 more words
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