Another Excerpt

Here’s another excerpt from the poetry collection that’s in the drawer right now, fermenting:

You hear spikes and drones
because it’s an always-on thing, 
a modulated frequency that kills 
and defiles the speakers
and the mic. Go on, always on, 
maintaining all those feeds, all that 
signal, all that noise, 
your channel bubbling 
paint on the canvases. 

Okay, then.

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Odyssey’s newest upgrade went live today, including a new 144-page version with streamlined rules, revised procedures, renovated and expanded playsets, and updated art files!

And I’ve already found a typo I missed, which means the book is real now!

If you get a chance to play Odyssey, I hope you’ll drop me a line here or on Twitter ( @wordwill ) to let me know about your voyages. Thanks for playing.

This Rejection

Back in April, I submitted a poetry collection to a publisher I admire during an open-reading period and started the waiting process for a response. They said they’d be in touch at the end of the summer and, true to their word, they sent me what seems to be a form letter today letting me know they’re not interested in purchasing the manuscript.

In this business, that’s just how that goes. Every rejection from a publisher is a bit of progress. “Does this manuscript fit this one publisher?” we ask and then, weeks or months later, we get an answer. Now I know. So it goes.

The question now is “What’s next?”

The answer is “I dunno.”

I could submit the book someplace else but I don’t really know that many modern poetry publishers and making the time to research that probably isn’t in the cards for a few months.

I could publish the book myself for the dozen-or-so humans who want to read it but that would mean (a) that the poems inside probably wouldn’t be eligible for first appearances in literary magazines, (b) that the poems probably wouldn’t be eligible for awards later because they haven’t been vetted by an editor (or other gate-kept, FWIW), and (c) that I would probably lose money on the time spent designing and formatting the book for ten or twelve sales.

So, these poems probably go back into a drawer for six or twelve months until I forget about then and then remember they’re in there, revise them into better works, add some new poems to the mix, and maybe try again someday. Some of them are pretty okay but poetry’s a rough market and it’s hard for me to justify working more on that book right now—and it needs work.

To all of you who read or volunteered to read those poems: Thank you! It’s time for them to sleep for a while but maybe someday they’ll come out and play again.

Since Rejection

Since my most recent poetry collection was rejected by a publisher today, here’s an excerpt from one of the poems in it:

Poetry[1] 

Open up Wikipedia, 
go to poetry 
because you are 
writing poetry and get 
ready to write some 
poetry. See the name 
Gilgamesh, get nervous, 
and compare yourself 
to Gilgamesh.

Scroll down past thinking 
about those words 
— scroll, down, past —
and think each one full 
of seedy, syrupy juice 
in a pebbly rind, your hands 
sticky-dirty from squeezing 
each word too hard for meaning, 
like wadding up scrolls 
until pulp is down 
beneath your fingernails. 
And remember to write 
something about the past.

Look at poets’ names. 
Poets have great names. 
Your name’s more 
regular. Compare your name 
to their names and know that 
you must have less to say 
because you are not an adjective 
and if you die without becoming 
an adjective you can’t be 
sure you’ll know.

There you go.

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