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

Saturday, January 31, 2009

Submissions going snicker-snack.

After consideration "Scrimshaw Man" is off to Jabberwocky. The choice was made by both prior reputation and reading period closings (Jabberwocky closes tomorrow). Good luck little poem.

Now it's time to gyre and gimble in the wabe. My borogoves are all mimsy and the mome raths are outside outgrabing the squirrels.

4 comments:

vince said...

I don't think I've ever seen mome raths outside outgrabing squirrels.

Best of luck with "Scrimshaw Man."

Steve Buchheit said...

Hey Vince, well, the squirrels in my yard are the sharpest sticks in the crayon box, if you know what I mean. They're quite able to get around some of my anti-squirrels on the feeders measures (although I've kept them off the main feeders this year, they've only been plaguing the platform). I have great fun messing with their little minds. I judge my efforts by how far they run before stopping. Sometimes I get them to go all the way back to the farm behind us.

Anonymous said...

Good luck with Jabberwocky! That looks like an interesting market.

Steve Buchheit said...

Thanks Camille. And you know, I just figured out that Rag-a-Bag has been a A&A for over a year now. I think it's getting time to query.