Each year the apples take longer to ripen than you remembered.
After publishing Charlotte Gann’s book, Noir, I’ve started to think of noir poems as a genre — poems with shadows; poems that set up the dark/light opposition. Poems that expose.
There is a recipe, and it works.
I don't mean Li Po, though I might well have done.
Why is it so hard to do publicity?
How long does it take to snag a poem?