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The occasional ramblings of a Columbus, Ohio poet.

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Rose M. Smith is a shy, quiet poet who's lived most of her life in Columbus, Ohio--a conversational voice heavily informed by human situations and emotion. Voted "poet most unlike herself at the mic," she has been known to silence an unruly room when her poems begin to speak. Her work has appeared in Chiron Review, The Iconoclast, Good Foot, Pavement Saw, Concrete Wolf, Boston Literary Magazine, The Examined Life, Main Street Rag, and The Pedestal Magazine, and other journals and anthologies. Rose reads throughout the midwest--she'll make a jaunt cross country if she's needed (you pay for it). She has been called "a quiet visionary spanning the worlds of performance poetry and literary print! challenging and enriching the norms of both. She is an associate editor at Pudding House Publications and author of Shooting the Strays (Pavement Saw Press, 2003) and A Woman You Know (Pudding House Publications, 2005) and is featured in the Poets' Greatest Hits collection now managed bt Kattywampus Press. Rose is a Cave Canem Fellow.

Saturday, November 12, 2005

Another Day, Another Rejection

Well, I'm told I "wasn't that far from getting in" at "Eye." I had only submitted a single poem (something I almost never do), but their editorial preferences are clearly described. It was hard to find work that seemed suited to their goals.

Logic (performance poet, Ann Arbor, Michigan) did a very nice feature at Brown Stone on Tuesday night. His poem to the memory of his father was especially poignant. Logic is a very charismatic performer and connected well with the audience at Black Pearl poetry night.

Ed (host of the night) made it a point to the audience that Black Pearl is simply a name and is in no way an indication that Brown Stone's weekly Tuesday night poetry open mic is only for African American poets. I've been asked that more than once and have tried to express the same. It may be an unfortunate choice of names. I sincerely hope all elements of the poetry community will choose to frequent this event.

Lost the battle with my body this morning when the alarm went off, slept until nearly 3:30 and missed Salon at Pudding House. I've been ill this week and am on medication. I suspect it was the body's way of saying it needed more rest than I had given it in the last several weeks.

I think I'm going to package up a few of the children now and get submittals ready to mail on Monday.

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