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O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

Friday, June 4, 2010

Submission Friday

Damn it, missed picking up an Honorable Mention in the Geauga Parks District Nature Writers Poetry Contest. That is, I won the position, but completely forgot that tonight was the ceremony. Bad writer, no cookie.

To do penance, I did a quick rewrite (adding weirdness up front) to "A History of Lightning" and then sent it off to Apex Magazine.

And sent "Prince Wanted" off to Bard and Sages Quarterly.

And updated the bragging rights.

And now I'm wondering if I should just count the submissions I haven't heard from in over a year as dead, and resubmit elsewhere.

2 comments:

sheila said...

Congrats on the award!

Which poem did you submit for the contest?

Steve Buchheit said...

Thanks, Sheila. It's was a new one I wrote specifically for the contest call "Wood in Winter."