Thursday, November 25, 2010

Are poems more like pumpkins or Brussels sprouts?

Ludicrous but so is giving away the best of you free. It’s called submitting poetry, as one writer told me. A poet who doesn’t submit. I’m with the gals who give it away, fail and face rejected. Blessed the exception.



Today, cooks fear a dry turkey. My advice: sip a beverage, get a couple of poems ready to submit while the meal roasts. Or skip the bird completely. Invite the brave. Avoid the naysayer.

1 comment:

  1. First Time

    you can't bouquet the obvious
    though we'd all like to try
    up the icy hill with boots on
    and bring home the stones to pie with
    must be the kitchen's warming up
    since the last time meant a warning
    one frigate on the heaving sea
    and she'll be here again

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