Never is a long word, but I have a bunch of poems and short stories and other errata that I think seems unlikely to ever see the light of publication. I have submitted poems to journals and other publications (never successfully published though), but the vast majority of my writing is compost that I’ll turn over every few months and see if I want to revisit it. Occasionally I’ll tweak things here and there or, more likely, reading an old thing will inspire a new thing that gets added to the pile. Maybe I’ll get something published someday. Maybe I’ll be a modern Emily Dickinson and get famous posthumously. Or maybe, like most poets, I’ll fade unremarkably and unremarked-upon into the wash of history. I’m content with any of these outcomes.
Never is a long word, but I have a bunch of poems and short stories and other errata that I think seems unlikely to ever see the light of publication. I have submitted poems to journals and other publications (never successfully published though), but the vast majority of my writing is compost that I’ll turn over every few months and see if I want to revisit it. Occasionally I’ll tweak things here and there or, more likely, reading an old thing will inspire a new thing that gets added to the pile. Maybe I’ll get something published someday. Maybe I’ll be a modern Emily Dickinson and get famous posthumously. Or maybe, like most poets, I’ll fade unremarkably and unremarked-upon into the wash of history. I’m content with any of these outcomes.