The Substation is a space to prepare poems to enter the real world.
Publications. Chapbooks. Full-lengths. Manuscripts. Submissions. Applications. Personal. Whatever the motive for serious dedication to your craft, the Substation is here to give you confidence your writing will achieve the goals you have.
In addition to peer review, a weekly livestream to discuss one member's poem will be held, with a private link to rewatch as often as desired.
Because our editing forum and streams are membership only, feel comfortable posting here without the public, and journals you may be submitting to, accessing the work.
Transform poems to poems that transform.
All are welcome to post in Writing Prompts/Free Write
Poems For Editing is open to Substation,
Poet Business Institute, and Premiere Members
Any post/user deemed inappropriate by diVERSES is subject to removal without consultation
cherry blossoms and snow
can Spring blossom through
parked cars with nowhere to go
net of blooming trees —
cars caught, still and dreaming
gold parking tickets
on the windshield
pollen