Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
Don’t you worry,
Their faces kill me, too.
Today is the day!
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I have been preparing for The Cincinnati Review for MONTHS, and today is the day that I submit my work to them! When it’s all said and done, 9 poems, 2 short stories, and 1 prose will be sent in to be criticized. And honestly, I am scared out of my mind. I have never spent so much time preparing for one publisher, and therefore I feel as though the stakes are even higher. I feel like I’m under a lightening cloud of impending doom, just waiting for the strike of the kindly written words informing me of how unable they are to publish my work. Then I’ll learn to play the mini violin and fall into a pit for all of eternity.
Okay, that was dramatic, I’ll admit, but still. I am scared, and all I can do is wait for “three to four months.” Lucky me.
Exciting news:
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I have received my first publication! Unfortunately, due to the fact that I submitted several pieces, I am not sure wich ones were accepted, but I know that at least one of them were! Oh, and before I get ahead of myself, it is the literary journal for my college. I know, I know, nothing too crazy awesome, but it’s a start, no? Also, in a matter of days I will be submitted LOADS of stuff to the Cincinnati Review. That I am quite excited for. But, in the meantime, I will celebrate being a published author. (:
PS: I’d like to thank you all for your insurmountable support. Your dedication, even when mine wavers, has been better to me than almost anything else. You rock those shnazzy socks.
I will always buy books…
“I will always buy books, in spite of not having time to read them immediately. Even if I have to wait until retirement to read the majority, at least I will have them, for I will never let such a pity excuse deprive me the luxury of possibilities.”
- Brittany Rose
I personally will always have a thing for used books, because I feel like they are a story in themselves, also because I always seem to find interesting things in them. One time I found a bookmark from the Library of Congress. Just recently, I found a laminated bookmark that had facts from the year 1898 printed on it. Apparently, 10 lbs. of potatoes would only cost you 16 cents. It’s interesting.
Sonnet 1 (Poetry)
Empty in my thought of losing your great love does show;
Is the mind of wretched souls at last despised by all that know
Of beauty and love so exposed to a heart that beats as yours,
And encompassed by perfection in whose wrongs keep no score.
I, unworthy of your flawless presence here yet so,
Lay hungry on your breath still seeking life I’m yet to ever know.
You, in doing nothing but be and give of life from above
Meet the challenges of mortal beings still searching for enough.
But there your outward arms of pure-stained life does go,
For death, when even then in me, cannot thrive amidst your glow.
For in you lies no hungry illness, stricken with not with multiplying cells,
And in my natural form, am I not separate from your being, purged in my own hell.
But there and here you gave it all away, the chance of immortalized life,
Just to see our souls there linger, in the face of innumerably burdened strife.
Opened to the sore of loves infectious spread and bound illegal bonds,
You gave yourself unto my life, fearless of said hungry waters of her pond.
- Brittany Rose
Author’s Notes: This is the first sonnet I have ever written, and, in fact, I’m not even sure it is TECHNICALLY a sonnet. How about this, it is my best attempt at one. (; I actually really enjoyed it, despite it being one of the longest I’ve put to paper. I’m usually much more keen to shorter poems. However, I hope you enjoy it, whatever it may or may not be. (:
