Saturday Morning at the Blue Hour

Not all poetry sites are created equal. I really hate to say that, but it’s true. Having a web page is not the same thing as being a good poetry editor and having an eye for good work. But the good folks at the Blue Hour, they really know what they’re doing. And when I get to a poem accepted there, well, I’d be lying if it didn’t feel pretty darn good.

So thanks to the Blue Hour for accepting Saturday Morning, and apologies for all the blatant sentimentality. Sometimes I can be such a girl.

By Ally Malinenko

I live in Brooklyn which is good except when it’s not which is horrid. I’ve been writing for awhile, and have some stuff published and some stuff not. I don’t like when people refer to pets as their children and I can’t resist a handful of cheez-its when offered. I have a burning desire to go to Antarctica, specifically to the South Pole so I can see where Robert Falcon Scott died. I like to read books. I like to write stories and poems. I even wrote some novels. You can read them.

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