Following my previous post, in which I presented a substantially pared down version of “Thoughts While Sitting Along the Lower Potomac,” a commenter said she liked the first version better and that the new version was a bit too esoteric. Was it too stripped down? Perhaps. Back to the writing tablet for a bit more … More A Poem Too Small to Keep?
Every now and then, I get comments from editors of journals to which I’ve sent poems for consideration. I appreciate the time an editor takes to review and comment and almost always take their comments to heart and make revisions. Generally, the comments address only a few words or lines within the poem leaving the … More Gutting a Poem
The bar in the Hotel Van Zandt in Austin, Texas is in Geraldine’s Restaurant and Writers Lounge. How appropriate, then, that my server delivered the bill for the two rye whiskeys I drank tucked into a hardbound copy of John Bunyon’s Pilgrims Progress. Flipping through the pages, I noticed people had added notes to the … More Another Poem Left Behind