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Can you, dear readers, give me some suggestions for sending my stuff for consideration in journals, ‘zines…wherever?
I need to try to prove I’m good enough to be published somewheres.
The sky is congested
No remedy, no over-the-counter
The salt of my tears will have to do
Don’t look up, yonder sky
Toward the horizon, aye, flegm of ice and rain do form
The salt of my tears will have to do
The light upon us o’er
We lie beneath the no-shelter tree, dead and sagging tree
As if the salt of my tears could ever make do
Your Sympathies: