new and rejected poems

I read on Monday. 7 poems, 4 new, 2 heavily revised, and 1 somewhat revised. Mostly botanical. I was planning, up until right before the reading, to read poems about people sandwiched in between all the plants, and then I cut them all out and only read things that had some vegetable elements.

As before, the most popular poem was the “easy” one, the one I revised the least, and almost cut for being too light and fluffy. Eh. It goes to show, I guess, that things that come easily to you come easily to others, and things you agonize over bear the marks of that agonizing.

Forgive me for not telling you about the reading, Baltimoreans, but I wasn’t ready: I have resolved that for the next two, I will do a better job of being willing to tell people.