snobbery

i just finished editing a series of pending submissions to the gotpoetry.com site.

they were by a woman screen-named “fortywife.”

most were about a hard life lived as well as could be expected.

she writes of abuse, pregnancies, love, hard times.

the poems are not “good.” they are not “skilled” or “professional.” they are “heartfelt” and “sincere.”

i left them as is and posted every single one of them. i didn’t necessarily want to, but something made me do it.

we are such snobs, all of us. sometimes, a website is the only place anyone can hear you.