sharing a poetic LIFELINE with the world

.. a couple of them, anyway.

Lvegetation   Like many writers, I’d rather be writing, so I’m often lazy about submitting. Recently, however, I had two poems published. One I submitted and had accepted last fall, and another I submitted recently.

“When I kick the Bucket,” was written several years ago. The title comes from a phrase my father used frequently growing up. In it, I imagine my own funeral. The name of the funeral home is one that was close to where I grew up in Manhattan, and the people mentioned in the poem are real members of my family.It appears in Lighten Up Online, an online humor zine. Here is the link:

The next one, “Faded Glory,” appears in the spring issue of a new online journal, Eclipse180. I submitted a set of four poems that spoke to the theme of war, and the editor liked all of them. Her favorite, “Faded Glory,” appears in the spring issue. I’m hopeful that the other three will appear in the summer issue, which is not yet out.

My middle son served in the army and did two tours of duty in Afghanistan. He signed up for the Army Reserve during his junior year in high school. He went through basic training during the summer between his junior and senior years in high school, and served in the reserve during his senior year. He received a ROTC scholarship and entered the army as an officer — a very junior lieutenant — after graduation. All four poems I submitted were written when he was serving overseas.

Here is the link to the site. You can click on the link for the spring issue. My poem is the last one in that issue.



Comments on: "I actually submitted some poems for publication and they were accepted" (1)

  1. Michele said:

    What a range with these two, Margaret.

    “Bucket” hits the true ground beneath the ground . . . what each brings to the occasion, and really how it is at that point. And always a dog!

    As an Army Brat, and with many relatives who served, and still serve, this hit that part of me that holds my breath when they’re away. We can’t let go, allow ourselves to truly feel it until “safe” is more that just a word.

    Brava! I hope to see the others in print soon.

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