Publishing my life story would sell a movie contract in less than a year!
But my little collection is religated to the bottom I suffered that heartbreak from 1998 to 2002. I was schooled about publishing poetry in their world. I realized my only criticism was family or friends. My ego was sternly deflated twice (the only 2) out of 15 manuscripts I mailed out. They were honest about both this "exclusive niche" of publishing and the few of my poem's they sited as "encouraging"@
I heard poetry described as being "A Rarefied Art Form"
It's been said by a, then, internet peer (that have been published) ONLY poets who have a "self published" (AKA Vanity Published), will their latter books be considered worthy of bidding over. And mentioned the number of dollars I'd have to gamble on myself.
In one breath they call poetry an art, then basically say: pay a printer their minimum number of copies, stuff all those books in my trunk and tour the WWW and the blacktop nation's trying to sell it.
So poetry is an art, but this type of artist (saying jokingly) has to convince it's worthy of looking at only after I buy the first 300 copies from myself! ROFLOL.
Now, I know my place. My only hopes are my chatroom memories or send one to a few magazine publishers like Reader's Digest.