by Michelle Wolf
Guest blogger Michele Wolf, who leads a workshop on How to Get Your Poetry Published this Saturday, November 1 at The Writer’s Center, speaks about her own publishing experiences.
Guest blogger Michele Wolf, who leads a workshop on How to Get Your Poetry Published this Saturday, November 1 at The Writer’s Center, speaks about her own publishing experiences.
Years ago, once I had
started to submit my poems to literary journals and anthologies, a classified
ad in a prominent writers’ magazine caught my attention. The ad sought poems,
fiction and photographs for an anthology about women and aging, and I had a
poem—“For My Mother,” below—that I thought might be a good fit for it.
For My Mother*
I sharpen more and more to your
Likeness every year, your mirror
In height, autonomous
Flying cloud of hair,
In torso, curve of the leg,
In high-arched, prim, meticulous
Feet. I watch my aging face,
In a speeding time lapse,
Become yours. Notice the eyes,
Their heavy inherited sadness,
The inertia that sags the cheeks,
The sense of limits that sets
The grooves along the mouth.
Grip my hand.
Let me show you the way
To revolt against what
We are born to,
To bash through the walls,
To burn a warning torch
In the darkness,
To leave home.
Likeness every year, your mirror
In height, autonomous
Flying cloud of hair,
In torso, curve of the leg,
In high-arched, prim, meticulous
Feet. I watch my aging face,
In a speeding time lapse,
Become yours. Notice the eyes,
Their heavy inherited sadness,
The inertia that sags the cheeks,
The sense of limits that sets
The grooves along the mouth.
Grip my hand.
Let me show you the way
To revolt against what
We are born to,
To bash through the walls,
To burn a warning torch
In the darkness,
To leave home.
I sent off the poem, and it made the cut. My payment was a few
contributors’ copies—until the anthology, When I Am an Old Woman I Shall
Wear Purple, took off, winning national awards and eventually selling 1.7
million copies. For several years, thanks to an extremely generous publisher,
who sent new contracts to all the contributors, I earned $2,000 to $3,000
annually in royalties. It was an amazing windfall, a real aberration in the
poetry world. Of course, I can’t promise that a little miracle like this could
also happen for you. But I can offer some tips to boost your odds of making the
cut.
If you'd like to place your poems in literary journals and
anthologies, what are the best resources for helping you discover which venues
are soliciting work? What tactics are best to help you determine the specific
publications that are right for you? What is a chapbook? How do you know when
your manuscript is ready to submit to a book competition? Is self-publishing a
direction to consider?
These are just a few of the questions I will answer in Getting
Your Poetry Published. Though it’s exceptionally competitive to get your poems
accepted for publication—either in print or Web literary journals or in book
form—there are lots of ways to enhance your chances. I look forward to meeting
you so I can share what I've learned.
Michele Wolf is the author of Immersion (selected by Denise
Duhamel, Hilary Tham Capital Collection), Conversations
During Sleep (Anhinga Prize for Poetry) and The Keeper of the Light (Painted
Bride Quarterly Poetry Chapbook Series award). Her poems have also appeared
in Poetry, The Hudson Review, North American Review, Boulevard, and
numerous other literary journals and anthologies. She serves as a contributing
editor for Poet Lore. Visit her website.
* “For My Mother,” by Michele Wolf. Published in Conversations During Sleep © 1998 Michele Wolf. Published by Anhinga Press and winner of the Anhinga Prize for Poetry. Originally published in When I Am an Old Woman I Shall Wear Purple, edited by Sandra Martz.
* “For My Mother,” by Michele Wolf. Published in Conversations During Sleep © 1998 Michele Wolf. Published by Anhinga Press and winner of the Anhinga Prize for Poetry. Originally published in When I Am an Old Woman I Shall Wear Purple, edited by Sandra Martz.
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