I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Friday, September 12, 2008

Right Back Out

Sent "What the Sea Sends" to Weird Tales. They only publish a few poems, but what the heck. Nothing ventured nothing gained.

2 comments:

Stewart Sternberg (half of L.P. Styles) said...

Good luck on the poem. I think the poetry in horror is always a difficult sell and sometimes a difficult swallow. Still, there is definitely a place for it.

Steve Buchheit said...

Stewart, yes it is. Although this poem is more toward the fantasy than the dark fantasy side of things. It's mostly the implications of the poem that dive toward the dark side.

Also, glad to see you here. :)