When every risk's a paper risk/
when every toe and tac and tic
is underlined and scored/
I'll bet you're bored.
Monday, April 03, 2006
Sigh - - - yet another rejection letter. Another form rejection letter. From Poetry this time. I should learn, and yet, I always hope anyhow. Maybe the grammer-school nuns were right....and I really am a slow learner. Sigh - - -again.
Very cranky displaced liberal lady from Indiana currently living inside The Beltway. Initial 8 years spent in awe and wonderment rapidly changing to total disillusionment - planning to spend the next 8 spitting, sputtering and screeching. Occasional poet, chronic bitch. The horror, the horror.