Ok so I entered some of my poetry into random magaznines, etc. I got my first rejection:
Dear 87PageS,
We are sorry to let you know we won’t be using your work in Sweet. Please recognize that the work that appears in any literary magazine is a matter of taste. Thank you for submitting and please keep writing.
Sincerely,
The Editors
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I'm a bit confused... what is a matter of taste? Did they mean like it's up to them. If that is it. Understandable. If they mean my poetry is tasteless than. IDK
- But I'm not discouraged just baffled...
Ciao
Friday, August 21, 2009
Friday, August 14, 2009
Tepid
I never wanted it to end this way.
I don't remember wishing for death.
I hated all of it.
For what it stood for.
Favortism. Jealousy. Golden. Envy.
I didn't ask for death. Just to run away.
Heartless and evil you said.
I flinched.
I could smell the loatheness and it scalded my touch as I reached for your shoulder.
This isn't pretend. I didn't mean the words.
The glare within your eyes promised retribution.
Who are we. How did this become. Was it under false pretenses we laughed and joked.
Sincere affections posioned with sibiling rivalry.
I don't remember wishing for death.
I hated all of it.
For what it stood for.
Favortism. Jealousy. Golden. Envy.
I didn't ask for death. Just to run away.
Heartless and evil you said.
I flinched.
I could smell the loatheness and it scalded my touch as I reached for your shoulder.
This isn't pretend. I didn't mean the words.
The glare within your eyes promised retribution.
Who are we. How did this become. Was it under false pretenses we laughed and joked.
Sincere affections posioned with sibiling rivalry.
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