I'm horrible about sending my poems out for publication. I need to do it more. I got an e-mail this morning about a poetry contest. Three poems. One chance to win $100. Deadline: February 1. I'm not going to fool myself. There are probably a thousand other poets who are going to enter this competition. Better poets. But, as my wife told me this evening, "If you don't enter, you'll never know."
Before I go to bed tonight, I will pick the three poems I think are the best of what I have to offer. I've got plenty from which to choose.
Saint Marty needs to take a leap of faith. And pay twelve dollars.
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Take a breath, take a step, and jump |
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