same day i subscribe to the cincinnati review the mail brings me a rejection from there. what's interesting is that it looks like they didn't even read the poems. come on, there were only three of them. if they didn't read them then i'm a bit ashamed. if they did, then i'm just shamed! just kidding ( Read more... )

Edgar Allen Poe!
You scored 37 Demeanour, 63 Debauchery, 58 Traditionalism, and 50 Expression! The world is a dark, dark place, and you are just the one to make up a lilting, sing-songy little rhyme about it. Your style is often in conflict with your personality. You probably feel misunderstood. Your masterpiece is "The Raven".
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so, lynn has to quit her job at climate earlier than expect . . .because now she has FIVE classes to teach!

she was just called by Columbia and offered to teach an Enhanced Comp 2. Sweet. Last week she was hired by Harold Washington, a city college, to teach three classes. So now she has five when you throw in the East-West University class she ( Read more... )

that's how long it's been and no reply from a certain "mentor". i at least expected small congrats or something, but wow, i was right. every other elder that i told of got back to me, even one who is supposed to be going into a writer's retreat with no technology for two months. i'm glad i was validated, only not in the way one hopes.

i  don't have much to say tonight. i'm tired.  which means i will type much here ( Read more... )

i am laughing now because i came to post, saw my last post almost a month ago, and after reading it i have to scratch my head. Why? Well, the poem that I thought was a work in progress, well, i guess it is done. i completely forgot about posting the poem Necropolis here and now the poem has been accepted here for my first national publication.

I am ( Read more... )

you know. like a reliquary for fundamentalist christians. like a condom represents safe sex. like mike tyson is an endorsement
of CRAZY. like rosie and ellen are for lesbians. like the crucifix. like a noose on a peach tree. like jesse jackson. like hugh grant and that hooker for THE STUPID THINGS MAN WILL DO. use a rubber and you can still get ( Read more... )

a poem that i loved in its more skeletal form, its more lyrical brevity, that i had written for class with Tony, is now re-written a year later. i've always liked the poem a lot but felt it needed something--and that something was a more narrative line (at least i think so). it's a poem i thought was good as it was, but it needed more meat, and ( Read more... )

reeeeeeeeeeejected once again. this time it was really fast--two weeks. ouch. the tiny letter has this picture of a man on it with his hands out, and he has a sad look on his face. so far i am 0-7 this year ( Read more... )

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