Until The End

Until the words run dry And the sun and moon desert the sky Until my blood no longer turns to ink And my arthritic fingers cannot hold a pen I will continue to write my poetry Writing unburdens my heart Cleanses my soul Keeps me sane and relieves my pain So until the end I... Continue Reading →


Publishing Poetry is like Arranging a Marriage – Make it a Happy One

Excellent advice from Brian Geiger, Editor of Vita Brevis, submitting poetry, rejection, and choosing the right publications.

Vita Brevis

Captureby Brian Geiger

If you’re here, you may have read this (or something like it, elsewhere):

We appreciate your submission. However, we’ve decided that your work isn’t a good fit for Vita Brevis, and we won’t be publishing it. But don’t be dissuaded–very few of our poets have been published on their first try! Read over some of our work, make sure your submission meets our exact guidelines, and then choose a new batch that you deem relevant. We make these decisions based on theme- and style-based criteria, so don’t take it personally! Thanks so much for your contribution! We hope to hear from you again.

We’re rooting for you,
The Vita Brevis Team

That’s a rejection email. Chances are, your first submission to Vita Brevis earned you one of these. If that’s the case, you’re in a pool of about 75%. Or maybe I only accepted one poem of the five you sent in for…

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FIFTY SHADES OF GREY – (a husband’s point of view) BY PAM AYRES

A great poem by Pam Ayres!

Smell The Coffee

A friend of mine forwarded this poem to me and I thought I’d share…it sure made me laugh!

The missus bought a Paperback,

down Shepton Mallet way,

I had a look inside her bag;

… T’was “Fifty Shades of Grey”.

Well I just left her to it,

And at ten I went to bed.

An hour later she appeared;

The sight filled me with dread…

In her left she held a rope;

And in her right a whip!

She threw them down upon the floor,

And then began to strip.

Well fifty years or so ago;

I might have had a peek;

But Mabel hasn’t weathered well;

She’s eighty four next week!!

Watching Mabel bump and grind;

Could not have been much grimmer.

And things then went from bad to worse;

She toppled off her Zimmer!

She struggled back upon her feet;

A couple minutes later;

She put her teeth…

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