while he is up his ladder
It seems from our readings that the literary journal can be all things to all people. Well all artsy people leastwise.
From a writer's perspective, I want to know if publication pays or leads to a paying job in the field.
Or am I just saying this because I missed the great free poetry ebook download day? Why was I frantically, if unsuccessfully, assembling a book with the correct layout, converting it to a PDF if success had meant that potentially lots of people could download my stuff on their iPhones for free?
But if you take the scrooge scribbler approach, you wouldn't have a blog or publish stuff on social media. Or you'd have judicious and pushy samples.
Funnily enough, one of the literary journals did have a piece about poems being sold in the street and what happens to them. A poem you've bought telling you about poems whose sale is less certain.
A free poem
I found a poem and took it home
it traced the trees and nudged a gnome
it flowed into the middle of their ode
slid on a lid as the traffic slowed
grazed the grass no blade surpassed
dogged a dog and caught a cat
whisked risk onto the welcome mat
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