I Entered Work To Be Published ! For the First Time!
01/13/2006 07:10 p.m.
Ok, so I submitted 5 poems to Portal Magazine, the annual literary magazine my University (Malaspina University) publishes, in hopes of my stuff perhaps being included. For reference, I checked the website just now (http://web.mala.bc.ca/portal/index.htm) just to check out what I'm up against. Here's some of what I found.

“Homemade Music” by Kathleen Lacey-Garrah

"Romance needs a kick into real.
Almost forty and tired of plump
assed women with tiny waists
getting laid by the man with abs.
They undress fluid, fall flawlessly
to a dance so choreographed
I can only roll my eyes.

Has my girl begun to dream
of being the only station
a guy will want to watch.
TV never shows the truth
how we all get tired,
hot, hungry, or poor,
and sex isn’t number one
on a list of household chores.

His and her plans rarely coincide
adrenaline days meet daily dishwashing.
Two-stepping through colliding teenagers
and dust-mice wars isn’t learned
from cut out feet laid down
on an un-swept kitchen floor."


“Our Prayer” by Jason Mayes

"We’re walking on canvas
carved coasts
misunderstood

While some would choose to mourn
these rare moments
stolen glimpses

we choose to celebrate
like fine wine
bit by bit

life holds nothing
but beauty in small pieces
that only seem small from afar"


“Modern Problems” by Barbara Fraser

"Even though she had sewn them silver jackets
from all those fallen feathers.

Her husband bought her massive minks
long dresses, elaborate underwear
to strategically and unsuccessfully hide
her freeflowing light.
When that failed he tried diversion
with deflecting metals and refracting stones.

Eventually, frustrated, he stopped taking her dancing

(but there were also problems
when they . . . well . . . you know . . .
more than once he went to sleep
bitter hunger caked between his lips
and dry iron between his thighs
rather than fight through the net of crystal plumage
that entangled his fingers and got stuck
in certain unmentionable spaces)
I don't have to tell you
they eventually divorced.

He and the children settled
on a strawberry farm in Teulon, Manitoba
making a living selling jam and pillows.

And her?

She took off with an ornithologist."


I'm not sure where my stuff stands with this. What I do know is that all of the contributors are probably like 3 or 4 years older than I am, and probably with some standing here at Mal, not some lowly first year, ha. If you want to know what I entered, check out

Seraph In The Nude ( in folder LLC and so On),
=Bonded Eden= (Flaming Chunks of Negativity),
Sin Stricken (Currently Retired),
These Words Between My Lips (You and Me), And
Crowfoot Murder (Library).

I'll post the results of this little adventure as soon as I know. In the mean time, cross your fingers with me!









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