It’s been raining for days, and though it’s spring the water’s relentlessness surprises me. This is Vancouver weather, or Island weather, and without an ocean nearby to lap up my anomie I only sink. 435 more words
April’s been a wonderful month for print publications! I was so pleased that editor Amber Taliancich Allen chose this poem from among the ones I submitted, as it was really my own favorite among them. 17 more words
I’m SO proud and happy to have had my poem “For the Albino Deer Shot With a Crossbow By an 11-Year-Old Boy in Howell, Michigan” accepted by this journal, and very grateful to editor G.C.Waldrep. 21 more words
Who reads poetry?
Mostly other poets.
Some years ago a writer who’s published frequently in poetry and literary magazines nodded affirmatively and countered, “Well, I never read engineering magazines.” 362 more words