Yesterday, I got a note from Corey and Rachael, the editors of The Orange Room Review that issue 13 was published. One of my poems was on board.
Issue 13 here
My poem, The Search
Thanks again Cory and Rachael for including me!
Peace and love!
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Poetry Submission News
On the poetry front concerning my submissions for publication, I received several responses in the last week or so. Expected rejections from three mags, ones with very low (less then 1%) acceptance stats (according to Duotrope) including one from Beloit Poetry Journal , my fifth fine rejection from them over the years. I will continue to try these tougher markets and maybe someday, I can write something they will like... smiles! I enjoy a good challenge!
One bit of great news, Krishan Coupland, editor of Neon Magazine responded back and accepted two of my poems for their Issue 17 dropping this fall. It's a print journal based in the UK and I am very honored to be part of it. Thanks Neon and Krishan!
I also sent my finished Chapbook manuscript titled "Mice Verses Man" out last week, entering an Open Chapbook Contest at a publisher. This was my first try to get it published. The submission deadline has now passed and I am not sure when they will announce the winner, several months probably. The winner gets a nice 4-digit cash prize but they also publish the top ten finalists. I am sure there will be plenty of competition (hundreds of entries) and it will be tough to make the finals. It was a lot of work to put it all together but it was a great learning experience for me and who knows, maybe I will get lucky? This is a small part of my goal in poetry for this year. My resolution on January 1st was to work hard on my poetry all year and by December 31st, have a full volume poetry manuscript ready to submit for publication.
Cheers for reading friends! I hope you are all having a great weekend!!
We are going to my Godmother's 70th birthday party today. It should be a blast and I am excited to see the whole extended family and all our close lifelong friends that we don't see too often since we moved to the "east side" of town.
Peace and love!
One bit of great news, Krishan Coupland, editor of Neon Magazine responded back and accepted two of my poems for their Issue 17 dropping this fall. It's a print journal based in the UK and I am very honored to be part of it. Thanks Neon and Krishan!
I also sent my finished Chapbook manuscript titled "Mice Verses Man" out last week, entering an Open Chapbook Contest at a publisher. This was my first try to get it published. The submission deadline has now passed and I am not sure when they will announce the winner, several months probably. The winner gets a nice 4-digit cash prize but they also publish the top ten finalists. I am sure there will be plenty of competition (hundreds of entries) and it will be tough to make the finals. It was a lot of work to put it all together but it was a great learning experience for me and who knows, maybe I will get lucky? This is a small part of my goal in poetry for this year. My resolution on January 1st was to work hard on my poetry all year and by December 31st, have a full volume poetry manuscript ready to submit for publication.
Cheers for reading friends! I hope you are all having a great weekend!!
We are going to my Godmother's 70th birthday party today. It should be a blast and I am excited to see the whole extended family and all our close lifelong friends that we don't see too often since we moved to the "east side" of town.
Peace and love!
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Drink With Pablo
Drink With Pablo
Pablo, tonight I can read the saddest lines,
drunk on fickle curves, her skirt had hit the floor
running to ruining, the eye she said, vision complete.
Sentence the lint to cling, a nylon atrocity,
up the inside of her thigh to the cotton liner
white as virginity’s clean sheet, breathless.
In the light on the sill, moon up is here,
a spider simply squats, possibly pondering
the unraveling of her long web, fly full
not the morning before, no teeth to chew,
she craves the suckling, to place the spear inside.
Cunning cat stalks wasps, until retribution moment
when pink nose reddens, a kitty flop
like an epileptic fit, a lover’s tussle.
Less curious and lacking aggressiveness
are the light paw prints the next morning,
back hidden, corner crotched, happy to just watch
wasps find their place to paper away some sex.
Drink up. Friend. Tomorrow there will be more,
your verse is like spirits that read to me;
sad poem taken like my life, one swallow at a time.
Pablo, tonight I can read the saddest lines,
drunk on fickle curves, her skirt had hit the floor
running to ruining, the eye she said, vision complete.
Sentence the lint to cling, a nylon atrocity,
up the inside of her thigh to the cotton liner
white as virginity’s clean sheet, breathless.
In the light on the sill, moon up is here,
a spider simply squats, possibly pondering
the unraveling of her long web, fly full
not the morning before, no teeth to chew,
she craves the suckling, to place the spear inside.
Cunning cat stalks wasps, until retribution moment
when pink nose reddens, a kitty flop
like an epileptic fit, a lover’s tussle.
Less curious and lacking aggressiveness
are the light paw prints the next morning,
back hidden, corner crotched, happy to just watch
wasps find their place to paper away some sex.
Drink up. Friend. Tomorrow there will be more,
your verse is like spirits that read to me;
sad poem taken like my life, one swallow at a time.
Friday, July 11, 2008
My July MiPO has arrived
Arriving almost two weeks sooner then promised from the website I purchased it at, my copy of the July MiPOesias magazine was in my mailbox today. Nicole Mauro graces the cover. What a great photo! Congrats Nicole!
I am so impressed with the high quality of this journal, both physically (the layout, the quality of the printing and paper) and the content. There are so many good poems and short stories, and even a few recipes in it. I am honored to be included with all these talented writers. I would recommend to submit your poetry here. The editor Didi Menendez is soooo creative. Thanks!
I think if one where to buy this magazine, you would not be disappointed. Go for it!!
Look here.
Smiles!
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Happy Day Poem Acceptances
Today, a stressball bummer day at work. You could cut the tension in the office with a knife...ugg, but I get home, mow the lawn, cook dinner for the kids and I and open my email to find a couple surprises.
I was on a streak of three submission rejections in a row over the past three or so weeks but today made up for that!
First, the Orange Room Review alerted me that my poem "The Search" will be part of their August 2008 magazine. The editors sent a great note that made me smile. THANKS a lot Corey and Rachael!!
The Orange Room Review.
Then, another really cool note from the editor of Madswirl Magazine telling me that three of my poems have been accepted and actually were published today
on this page
and "The Spin" is featured on their Poetry Forum Page today
on 7-9-08
Many thanks to the editor Johnny for making my day!
He wrote me the coolest encouraging personal note.
Big smiles today!
I was on a streak of three submission rejections in a row over the past three or so weeks but today made up for that!
First, the Orange Room Review alerted me that my poem "The Search" will be part of their August 2008 magazine. The editors sent a great note that made me smile. THANKS a lot Corey and Rachael!!
The Orange Room Review.
Then, another really cool note from the editor of Madswirl Magazine telling me that three of my poems have been accepted and actually were published today
on this page
and "The Spin" is featured on their Poetry Forum Page today
on 7-9-08
Many thanks to the editor Johnny for making my day!
He wrote me the coolest encouraging personal note.
Big smiles today!
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
One Dollar
The Ones That Matter
End of the week, Saturday, cloudy, cool, but dry
as I load the first of our possessions
in the back of my little blue truck.
There, face down, lying flat in the street
a one dollar bill. Happy prosperity!
Twenty five loads later, two streets over
two streets back, it’s all moved;
the content of our lives on this day.
It was time to say goodbye, son and daughter
with me, a one way trip to our new place.
I had donated all my furniture and things
one year ago, when I married the women.
We came to her house, a happy blend at first
turned to mental repossession near the end
for them. We reconstructed their space first,
set up beds, fill dressers, arrange belongings.
They are pleased to each have their own room.
The rest of the house is empty. I didn’t have much,
one wood chair, three pots, some mismatched silverware
and dishes, my music collection, a full bookshelf,
and no bed. My children safe, warm, fed, and rich
with love until my last day. The house will fill;
for now a single dollar in a frame, hung on the wall.
2oo6
End of the week, Saturday, cloudy, cool, but dry
as I load the first of our possessions
in the back of my little blue truck.
There, face down, lying flat in the street
a one dollar bill. Happy prosperity!
Twenty five loads later, two streets over
two streets back, it’s all moved;
the content of our lives on this day.
It was time to say goodbye, son and daughter
with me, a one way trip to our new place.
I had donated all my furniture and things
one year ago, when I married the women.
We came to her house, a happy blend at first
turned to mental repossession near the end
for them. We reconstructed their space first,
set up beds, fill dressers, arrange belongings.
They are pleased to each have their own room.
The rest of the house is empty. I didn’t have much,
one wood chair, three pots, some mismatched silverware
and dishes, my music collection, a full bookshelf,
and no bed. My children safe, warm, fed, and rich
with love until my last day. The house will fill;
for now a single dollar in a frame, hung on the wall.
2oo6
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Mia - She's Back
Tonight is a good night! Our beloved house cat Mia, slid the back screen door open enough to escape on Sunday morning, three days ago. She's been missing since. Thank goodness, about two hours ago, a neighbor who saw one of the signs I had hung up around the neighborhood called me and said a cat matching her description has been hanging around their house for a couple days. It was Mia!!!! She's doing well, besides her collar being missing, nothing seems to be wrong with her.
What a F'ing relief!! The kids and I were all sick here with grief. We have had her for 13 years. Thanks to my friends who gave words of support and prayed for her safe return. We appreciated that!
Wooowhooo!!! Party time!
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Remorse (poem)
Lay
Down on
Green spears.
The earth yearns
With evolved layers
To grow upon the length
Of fear to drain liquid forms
If only to serve its own survival.
Seep slow from my memory,
The softening of the sky
Pulls rain clouds down
Until roots grasp
On the purest
Words we
Say.
Down on
Green spears.
The earth yearns
With evolved layers
To grow upon the length
Of fear to drain liquid forms
If only to serve its own survival.
Seep slow from my memory,
The softening of the sky
Pulls rain clouds down
Until roots grasp
On the purest
Words we
Say.
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