Poem that Refuses to Shoot Itself in the Head —MP Powers

Here I am. Beergut, oyster sauce on my t-shirt, pantlegs twisted into corkscrews. I am the poem no one wants. I have been rejected from 17 blogzines, 5 of them fledgling, and not once with anything but a lousy-arse form letter. All I have been treated with is apathy, all those smug & coddled editorContinue reading “Poem that Refuses to Shoot Itself in the Head —MP Powers”