If only there was a way to get well-written poetry into the eyes of the ordinary person… There are tons of well-written poetry sitting in the desk drawers and closets of self-published poets and persons who know they have the gift. Their work doesn't get published not because it isn't any good, but because they just don't know how to suck up to the right intelligentsia or academic clique. Academians don't live in those ivory towers for nothing.

Without a famous name or a long list of published works or a flashy set of credentials, many gifted poets pass through this society, this world, this life time completely unknown, unnoticed, and unrecognized. Is this fair? No. Is this the way it ought to be? No. Is this the way it will be? Most likely yes.

Most publishers are basically penny-pinching cowards. Few, if any, of them want to invest the time and money necessary to find the next Robert Service or Robert Frost. There's just isn't enough profit margin in it. And, therein, lies the crux of the matter. I'm not talking about the vanity press. They will print anything and everything for money. I'm talking about the really big names of publishing like The Atlantic Monthly, The New Yorker and The Modern Poetry Society. Too bad America. You lose.