  I hate Softskull. I hate it! I sent them an excerpt of my poetry manuscript for a book this Tuesday, and I got the rejection today, Friday! I can't believe they even read the poems. They sent the rejection out the day they got the manuscript. They suck. They're even publishing something else I wrote, as part of an anthology, The Murdering of Our Years , about artists and their day jobs, and they couldn't even spend one day looking at my poetry. I'm supposed to go to a Softskull reading this Sunday. Maybe I'll bring a baseball bat. Grinding teeth. Growling. 
