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I actually published a book titled "Six Days". Click the title for the link to the site and more information.
A couple of months ago, I sent in one of my poems to the International Library of Poetry's website - www.poetry.com. I just received notice in the mail that I am a national semi-finalist for the grand prize in the North American Open Poetry Contest. They also want to publish the poem in the upcoming summer 2000 anthology, Between Darkness and Light. They make it sound like I will definitely be published, but, of course, they "reserve the right" to withdraw poems-to-be-published at any time, for any reason. Until otherwise notified, I am assuming I will be published. A little positive thinking never killed anybody. I will find out in May what the results are of the contest and I will keep it posted right here.
Quick N.B. I have no idea how legit or prestigious (if at all) this is.
It has actually been published in a book titled, and I kid you not, "Poetry's Elite". It is an actual book (ISBN 1-58235-901-6)
Go figure!
Well, it looks like a few things have happened/been discovered. 1. I should be published shortly. I am waiting to hear about availability of the book. 2. This is not quite, well, all that big of a deal. Kind of a sham. Click on the link below this box to see what I am talking about. Live and learn, right? 3. You have to start somewhere, and if you start at the bottom, the only direction is up.
To Her, My Nameless One
Copyright 1999 Thomas Farren
She touches my hand and the world stops,
I shudder.
She doesn't know her power over me.
Though it is complete.
Years have passed since that first shudder.
I still love her. No longer a touch, but a thought,
and I shudder.
I hate myself for it!
Yet still my dreams are haunted by her.
In my mind I lie to myself -
I don't care. But I do.
Everyone is convinced. I've fooled all.
Except myself. Even now.
Damn her and her ancient charms. Her guile.
Ten years is too long. Accept defeat.
Go home and live on without her.
Already the sun is rising over the bison's back.
Still the waves of time crash on Parral's beach.
All of the heart's faculties await my return.
I still shudder.