Friday, May 23, 2025

Failure By Ben Newell


No sooner 

do I submit the thing

than a failure notice

appears in my inbox.


Apparently 

Modern Drunkard Magazine 

no longer reads poetry—


Bukowski said

it’s the small things which

drive a man to the madhouse.


I don’t 

know about the madhouse

but I can definitely vouch

for the 12-pack. 







Ben Newell lives in Mississippi where he works as a freelance writer and bookseller. His poems have been published online and in print, most recently in The Beatnik Cowboy, Horror Sleaze Trash, and The Scumrag. 



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