I received a rejected letter from a literary journal a day after I turned 34. If my work were to get published, then this would be one of the loveliest birthday gifts from the publishing world. Frankly speaking, I don’t mind rejection letters. I’ve gotten them so much that I can make collage on the wall. It’s part of growing up as a writer. It helps me (the writers) to grow-up and mature before we are accepted by one of the top-five publishing houses.
Now, the editor commented the lack in its ‘form, structure and plot’. And she’s willing to help me to polish it up, so that I’m ‘always welcome to re-submit’ to the journal again. Fine. I did as she told. It’s approaching a week or so, and I have yet to hear from her.
‘When there’s a will, there’s a way.’
Right. ‘That’ isn’t the only journal that’s available in this world. I can never blocking the door, idly standing there. I have to move on, not that I still have my legs that functioning, but I’m not going to waste anymore time. I’ve already submitted it to another literary mag, and had other alternative online journals in mind, as well.
Somehow, the feminism theory that I’d studied in the Jurisprudence class has kept me going ’til this day.
Think I’ve missed the 1st January 2016 post but that’s alright.
It has been quite a hiatus for me last year but I will try to post as much as I can. Besides the recent acceptance from ‘Streetcake Magazine’ and ‘The Stray Branch’ (for the upcoming Spring/Summer 2016 issue), I’ve tried my hands on other small presses and those…others…bigger ones too.
Shhhhhh… Pardon for unable to reveal much at the moment.
Washing off my clay mask time.
Love, Write, Live
Kiss when your cigarette’s dying
Sing when my eyes are laughing
This weekend dress I’m putting on
Zip the ribbon that turns you on —
Name our child over the cereal bowl
Cross the thorny continents
Miles and miles to prove my worth
only to realise you’re uneasy to find —
Black is where love has gone to hide
Weaving into this messy trail to fight
each of our phony confession
like orphans of forgotten loneliness.
Dear Beautiful People,
Yours truly is writing this to inform that there WILL NOT BE any poetry update in the month of December. But I will be posting four micro-fiction (Flash fiction) in December on every Friday, instead of fortnightly. So, that’s some bonus for all of us. *smile*
To be honest, I have other priorities – lots of readings to catch up, stories and poetry editing for any up and coming journal submission, plus I have to reply my pen-pals’ letters that I haven’t been doing for quite some time. Hence, please take note this is NOT my retirement from the poetry scene.
I hope everyone will still continue to support my work and me. Over here, I wish all of you an early Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.
Thank you very much…
Much love & With Utmost Appreciation,
Little by little;
dripping ’em in the jar
namely full of hope with no despair,
I can do thousands per day;
while some couldn’t even in a month,
Blame not the weather
that is of porn-interested mentality
Velvet sky of disclosure,
We have been two-thousand
and four-hundred hours apart,
Scars are so brand new, still —
I have been breathing hard
lately. Only then I learn to be
stronger, like I have promised you
before your last breath that I will
never give up. Never for Mama and myself —
I will not cry the same tears,
But it will be of different taste. Someday
another new chapter
when a vow is exchanged
with the One who loves me. —
You kiss my shoulder saying everything will be all right
I look ahead, unconvincingly and you take my hand
I’ve been hurt before, wound of open sore taking time
You say let them heal slowly, I will be at your side
I don’t expect you to be so perfect
You have paid your dues long ago
In between the penumbra of reality
I don’t believe but I see us in your eyes
You will come to me when entanglement hits the fences
I don’t mean to get you into trouble, yet you never blame
or calling me dumb, stupid, fool, an idiot –
You listen as I speak, never cut-in, patiently waiting
I don’t think I will find somebody like you
The world has made the one and only. You are for me.
For we are one. I am blessed. Quietly I pray. No proclamation
I thank Him for bringing us together
Never have I taken you
Even I haven’t been on
the rockiest road
I will never do that
We have seen the worst
We’ve been played before
Now let us bring out
our very best
Forever and always