I could say that I have not shared a poem,
since before winter left us, because
bronchitis, wearing a yellow phlegm coat, snuck in and
stole my voice from my vest pocket.
That would be lie, or the truth.
Really though, when I queried a magazine (editor)
where I wanted to submit poems, he said that he,
and most editors, considered poems that
appeared on our blogs as
“published,” and would not consider them for
‘his’ magazine. So I said, shit, what’s the
poetry world coming today, and shut down.
Now, after weeks of wringing the poetic juice out of my heart
and consideration, big deal Jack,
I’ve decided to say f-u to the magazines and their editors;
I post my work here, and know that at least a few of you
will enjoy my words and maybe be inspired to write your own.
In 40 years of getting my work published in magazines, never once,
NEVER ONCE JACK, has anyone responded or written to me
about my work. So, all of you pompous magazine editors
I’ve got your old mags hanging in the outhouse for. . .”
Whereas my blog poems stir the soup,
you all sip and savor some — and that
inspires me for you.
Today, I go to an elementary school and will give a
workshop to second grade boys and girls. I can’t wait
to see their beautiful faces and open their minds and hearts to
poetry, “its how our feelings talk, and we share those words
with family friends and others.”