Y U NO PAY 4 PO, FANCY MAG? (by E. Kristin Anderson)
At the end of 2013, I was accepted into my first ever speculative fiction magazine. It was also the first ever magazine that the average reader might know about. You know, one that you can pick up in ANY book store in the country. Even the comic book stores. Because it’s a prominent sci fi mag. And, if you’ve been around the block as a fiction writer, you know that speculative fiction pays the big bucks. And by “the big bucks” I mean “cash money and not in copies and sometimes even money you can use to pay your electric bill.”
In order to be a qualifying market at Science Fiction Writers of America, a magazine must pay fiction and nonfiction writers 6 cents a word. So, Fancypants Magazine* being a qualifying market, I speculated (see what I did there?) that there would be some sort of similar compensation rules for poets. Or, at least, some sort of tacit agreement among poets, the SFWA, and magazine illuminati that poets would get comparable pay for taking up the same amount of page space as a prose-ist.
I was wrong. I got my check from Fancypants Magazine and it was for $17.
And a lot of you might be thinking that $17 is nothing to sneeze at, especially when so many magazines pay $5 or $10, if they pay at all. My problem, though, was that prose writers who are printed in this particular magazine make “8-10 cents per word.” Let’s just make up that the average short story they print is around 3,000 words.   Now, I did take a course casually referred to as “Math for Poets” at Connecticut College in order to pass the math requirement, but I checked in with a few people to make sure this is accurate. A 3,000 word story at Fancypants Mag pays the author $240…minimum. Even a flash piece at around 1,000 words is 80 to 100 smackers. I did go back to the magazine’s website and realized that I’d missed the part where they pay $1 a line per poem. But I’m still disgruntled. And here’s why:
Prose pays my utility bills in hot Texas summer. Poetry gets me a pizza. Sometimes.
So what’s up with this? I get that poetry might not have the same readership. But if pay is for work, prose and poetry are totally comparable in terms of time and energy put into a piece (at least for me, as a writer who works in both fields.) And in the grand scheme, sure, Fancypants Magazine has way better subscriptions than, say, College Lit Mag X*. But subscribers of both magazines get to read my poem, right? I mean, the particular issue of Fancypants that I was in SOLD OUT and now goes for stupid prices on eBay, much to the chagrin of my grandmother who missed her apparently tiny window to get a copy at Books-A-Million.
I have no words for how this feels. No words. Only obscene gestures.
I’m sure Fancypants Magazine isn’t the only magazine that has this pay discrepancy between poetry and prose. In fact, you just have to take a peek at Duotrope.com’s definition of “semi-pro” rates for poetry (US $5-$49 per poem) vs. prose (US 1-4.9 cents per word or more).
Pause for indignant rage: Seriously? $5 for a poem is semi-pro? Seriously?
Anyway, you may also find, after surfing around for a bit, that there are tons of mags that pay pro rates for prose but semi-pro or token rates for poetry.Â
I’m not sure what the solution to this is. And I hardly think we should be taking money away from the hard-working short story and essay writers publishing in these excellent magazines. But, as you might have seen when you clicked this link, poetry has value. And I want to see this value respected by the magazines that publish poets. Is that too much to ask?
*Magazine names have been changed to protect the stingy keep the author from being blacklisted.
E. Kristin Anderson is a Pushcart-nominated poet and author living in Austin, TX, perhaps best known for co-editing the Dear Teen Me anthologyand curating the corresponding blog. Her poetry has been published worldwide in many magazines and anthologies and she is the author of three chapbooks of poetry, A Jab of Deep Urgency, A Guide for the Practical Abductee,and Acoustic Battery Life (forthcoming). She is an online editor at Hunger Mountain and a contributing editor at Found Poetry Review. Once upon a time she worked at The New Yorker.
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2015: The Year of Getting Paid for Poetry (by Dena Rash Guzman)
It started with social media. Last summer, I noticed that a great many of my poet friends, colleagues, and acquaintances were being published frequently and widely online and in print. Their Facebook and Twitter announcements regarding these publications were nearly formulaic:Â
I am deeply honored and humbled to have two poems in the newest issue of “Such and Such Quarterly.” I would like to thank the editor, John Doe, for choosing my work. He does a wonderful job and I encourage you to read the entire issue of his fine magazine.Â
I like to read literary magazines, and when they seem be a good fit for my work, I read the submission guidelines. The one thing nearly all literary magazines have in common is that they do not pay their contributors.Â
There are a lot of literary magazines out there, too. It’s nearly a joke. In fact, it is a joke. I love Melissa Broder’s piece on HTMLGIANT questioning why people call themselves editor-in-chief of online literary journals. “You are editor in chief of a blogspot!” http://htmlgiant.com/contests/tobs-r1-calling-yrself-editor-in-chief-of-online-jrnl-vs-posting-pics-of-other-peoples-books-on-facebook/ Levity is necessary in the face of so many lit journals. I mean, I had my own (non-paying, online) literary journal. Who hasn’t? I am not out to disparage the existence of publications that don’t pay. Look at all the beautiful zines out there, and the truly good websites that are published by people who put their own money into these publications, never to get paid themselves. I don’t feel like the presence of all these publications “dilutes the purity” of poetry. If anything, the preciousness of poetry really should be diluted.Â
In short, my frustration with not being paid didn’t stem from not getting paid. In fact, in 2014 I got paid enough through book sales and contributions to journals and anthologies that I had to pay what I call the “poetry tax.” This is probably some kind of honor, but I suspect the taxes I paid went into bombs or torture and not feeding hungry children, so that pisses me off.Â
My frustration with poets not being paid stems from poets, and the modern attitudes of being so very honored to be published. I mean, it is an honor to be published, but please remember that the true honor is the publisher’s. Without our work, poetry journals would be empty.Â
However, I want to share a story. An acquaintance of mine went to AWP last year. She paid for her entire trip out of pocket. She hustled up and down the halls and bought people drinks for the chance to talk to them. She kissed so much ass her nose is permanently stained. She told countless editors-in-chief of blogspots how very much she loved their work, their magazine, their editorial prowess. She spent a lot of money and time and effort networking, and as a result, was published quite a bit in 2014.Â
She wasn’t paid for any of it. That amount of effort, and resulting success, in nearly any other industry would likely have resulted in at least a few free drinks.Â
Frustrated by this dear soul, one day I tweeted something quite like this: “Poets be like: I am deeply honored and humbled to have kissed a whole lot of ass and to have given four of my very best poems away for free to the trendy tumblr of the month."Â
I realized after tweeting that this is me, too, and I am over it. I may never see my work published again, but I am over it.Â
Each poet is an individual. Not everyone needs to be over it. If the idea of our work being selected is payment enough, fine. If the feeling of supporting a magazine’s  unfunded efforts to bring more poetry to the public is payment enough, okay. If being read is enough, fine. I have been motivated by those things, too. I am a poet who works outside the bounds of poetry’s establishment. I am a college dropout, and I quit writing poems for ten years in the middle of my life because adulthood was too overwhelming for my delicate soul. I only started trying to be published about eight years ago, and only because a couple of editors who saw my work on my blog asked me to submit. I am very regional. I hate going to conferences and I don’t like to take classes. I don’t do this the way successful people do it. To that end, I don’t expect to be successful by the standards of the successful, but I do want to get paid.Â
I hear musicians and photographers complaining about being asked to work for free. I never hear poets complain of the same.Â
I make most of my income writing things that are not poetry, but my poet’s skill set certainly make me good at writing other things. However, it makes me best at writing poetry.Â
So, for the whole of 2015, I will only submit unsolicited work to paying markets. I am glad to see Jessica Piazza’s effort to bring this idea to as many people as possible. I will self-publish if I need to get something out there for the purity of getting it out there. I will contribute to non-paying projects I believe in if asked, but other than that, I don’t expect to see myself published a lot. I am okay with that. Poetry is pretty cutthroat and more so when it comes to the few opportunities there are to make money from a poem. I have faith in my work or I wouldn’t write. I am not about self-loathing as part of the process. I believe in myself. I believe in poetry. I believe in subscribing to magazines that pay their contributors and I believe in making donations to and supporting presses and journals that pay poets. I also believe in supporting non-paying markets that do very good work, but I believe that poetry has value.Â