Every Day Poets and I are becoming fast friends. They’ve published a new poem of mine today, which is the second of two Every Day Poets accepted several months ago and there are two more coming later this year.
Damn, by this point in the evening, I find myself composing lines like “It’s a pretty neat site” and “They have nice editors” which is a fast track to never publishing anything ever again. Crap, its like reading 4th grade paragraphs, and I’m the teacher who even sends those back with a “Come on, you can’t come up with better words than that?”.
What I mean to say is, I will prostrate myself to anyone willing to put my stuff (read: “me”) up on a pedestal, even if it’s an electronic pedestal and I only get to stay there for a day. For a moment, I get to be the front page. If you get a chance, you could even read it. (But don’t read all the comments, Napoleon lent his complex to a lot of people and apparently poetry is a damn easy target. I mean really, dude, are there a right and wrong answers for “earth colors”?)
Yes, Every Day Poets is neat. And I’m going to bed.