A writer’s inbox is no man’s land. Hit the circular arrow button, but it is returned with a random blitz of reminders, unsolicited coupons, and forgotten app pleas. Landmines awaiting clicks buried cleverly with the purpose of killing time.
How long will this stand-off keep me in the trenches? A few weeks of twisting the arrow, and then one day I am bombarded, yet I stand, Commander of Magazines, and declare, “Let there be another word war,” and all the simmering submissions of the last few months come charging through, uncaring of how many nights were lost in the crossing.
A crusade of rejection, and as I sift through the corpses of my creations in search of a surviving sentence, I find that failure assails even the most armored of ink slingers. My dreams, now under water, await truth’s torpedoes, equipped with electronic trackers.
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Merril is host tonight for Prosery at the d’Verse Poet’s Pub. Tonight’s topic “Bombardment” was explored in exactly 144 words. Join us in sharing a shelling including the line “I am bombarded and yet I stand” from Adrienne Rich’s “Planetarium.”