Not every line of every poem is going to be memorable, but once in a while a line sticks in your brain and stirs things around in there. Even, sometimes, one you wrote yourself. This is from “Daybreak,” the opening poem of my last collection: The More Difficult Beauty. Published by Hip Pocket Press, Gail and Charles Entrekin’s excellent enterprise in Orinda, CA. The sixth line.
And here I am reading the poem at a TEDx talk in San Francisco a few years ago, called The Edge of What We Know. (The voice introducing me is a robot, fyi.)
You might want to submit some work to the Entrekins’ well-respected environmental literary web-zine Canary. It will prompt you to figure out what watershed you’re in, at the very least, for the bio they ask.