Lit mags closing; profiles of Bittersweet, Manoa Journal, yolk; lit mags with Jewish-themed work; South Dakota lit mags; censorship in the lit world; Pocket MFA; grants/residencies; new markets + more
Nov 28, 2022·edited Nov 28, 2022Liked by Becky Tuch
sorry but I say bye bye there are way too many out there and for all I know quite a few asking for reading fees may not even be legit. So I'd rather see the well run ones NOT run by writers but rather by actual people with publishing skills and lots of readership ones survive.
I think we are going to see the same kind of shake-out (closures) among independent publishers in the next five years or so. There has been an explosion of indies are a good many simply don't run professionally enough (especially re: marketing) to make it and, rather than expanding their staffs and doing things right, they are running on the power of one women in her home office going nuts.
Well, that Timon's Dog piece was certainly disturbing/interesting.
sorry but I say bye bye there are way too many out there and for all I know quite a few asking for reading fees may not even be legit. So I'd rather see the well run ones NOT run by writers but rather by actual people with publishing skills and lots of readership ones survive.
The Breeze
You will never again gaze upon my face.
Betrayal and deceit is a bitter pill best swallowed whole,
but you can't touch my soul for it is untouchable.
.
Most would never forgive such injustices done to them.
And to think I did it all for you only to be told, stop.
You succeeded, you broke my heart in two, I say good for you.
You held me a virtual prisoner until what became of me,
I should be very angry, but you don’t know see
instead I forgive you because of who I am.
The door slammed shut trapping me,
I thought how funny, so with very little ease,
I opened the window, for I am the breeze.
Never think you own me, you can’t own the wind.
I will be that tingle on your skin you can’t explain;
that slight chill that brings goosebumps in the rain.
That breath you feel on your neck bringing ripples
clear through whole body, begging me to stop;
for you feel me down into your very soul.
Never worry although it was you who made me;
my spirit shall always be free, no chains can hold me.
Remember who I Am,
I am the Breeze.
Rebecca Lyle 05/30/22 ©
Copyright Reserved
President of Ohio
Worldwide Poets
I think we are going to see the same kind of shake-out (closures) among independent publishers in the next five years or so. There has been an explosion of indies are a good many simply don't run professionally enough (especially re: marketing) to make it and, rather than expanding their staffs and doing things right, they are running on the power of one women in her home office going nuts.