The poem is very observant of: The poem is very observant of human nature in this regard, and that sixth line is one of the profoundest that I have read in a long time. Sometimes I think I could qualify to be the doorkeeper at the door of regret because I have spent so much time going in and out of it.
You explain the process very: You explain the process very well. I cannot imagine why someone would feel a stigma or a discomfort with self-publishing. It is certainly a viable option. One of the most Poets who impacted my life in a big way, Thomas Jones Jr. (now largely forgotten), self-published his first book of poems. And, in a way, even PostPoems is a form of self-publishing, although (thankfully) Jason does not charge us to use his site. I applaud your publishing history, and I wish you well in future efforts.
I use Kindle Direct: I use Kindle Direct Publishing. I put together the manuscript. lay it out, design the cover and release whenever I want. I have 20 avvailable on amazon and 8 more that a re complete and could be released at any time. I have one more manuscript completed but I have to design the covder and put that together. If it's out, people can do what they want with it. They can purchase copies or ignore me. Most ignore me but that's okay.
If you are uncomfortable with or feel any stigma about self publishing, there are presses like Alien Buddha Press or Dumpster Fire Press that might be amenable to your work.
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Writers' block sometimes is: Writers' block sometimes is necessary to allow the next project to form. Mark Twain described creativity as being like a water well, and when the level ran low, writers' block intervenes until water is resupplied to the expected level. I think of another very famous case of writers' block: a nineteen year old girl was vacationing in Geneva, Switzerland, with four friends for the summer. They decided that each one would write a ghost story, and as soon as the suggestion was made, they all began to put pens to paper. All except the nineteen year old girl: no matter how she tried, she just couldn't come up with an idea. Some time later, she had a terrific nightmare, which kept her up for the rest of the night, and the next morning, at breakfast, she announced that she had thought of a story. As she wrote it, she decided to expand it into a novel. Her name was Mary Shelley, and the short story that came to her during that writers' block, and became a novel, was Frankenstein, and it has never been out of print.
Thank you so much Starward,: Thank you so much Starward, you are very kind. Writer's block is a curse when it decides to stay for a while, hopefully it will leave now. :-)
I applaud the way this fine: I applaud the way this fine poem, in such a brief space, creates both an imagery of winter and, just between the lines, an eerie sense of foreboding. Putting so much into so few lines is, in my opinion, a sign of tremendous verbal skill.
I read this poem, and it: I read this poem, and it confused me just a bit, in the ninth and the last lines.
In the ninth line, the vampire states that he has been grabbed and staked. And yet he continues to talk, I am not seeing the logic. I think most people would cite Dracula, by Bram Stoker, as the most major authority on the vampire legends, due to the thoroughness of his research; and, in each of the stakings described in the novel, the vampires are no longer communicative or active.
In the final line, the vampire states that the world will be better off with one less vampire. Yet, in both Stoker's novel and in Stephen King's novel, Salem's Lot, the vampires seem not only to enjoy their existence, but to believe that they have a right to exist and to feed upon the living. I am just wondering if you could clarify why the vampire in your poem has a sudden change of attitude inconsistent with the legend and the various literary accounts of the last couple of centuries?
I have the same idea with: I have the same idea with mine. However, unlike your towering success of so many publications, none of the folders I have put together so far are in print. Maybe one day.
thank you. The folders are: thank you. The folders are generally put together as books. The ones that are published will have a photo of the cover and a link. The ones with with no cover photo are unpublished and sometimes unfinished. The collections publsihed or waiting on pulbication may or may not have all the poems posted here on postpoems. The folders with a z- include poems not yet included in a collection. I am working through all my old notebooks and new writings and trying to get everything down. There's over 40 years of work and I don't always present material in chronological order. It may not be the best system but I'm too lazy to change anything.
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