I Know You Write Copy, What Else You Got?

Steffan Postaer, a copywriter (and agency exec) with two novels to his credit, just published a poem I wrote five years ago in his Rogue’s Gallery.
Postaer says, “The Rogue’s Gallery is not a commercial gallery. Nor is it a beauty contest. The Rogue’s Gallery is a place where creative advertising people can show their work and appreciate the work of their peers.”
If you have something to contribute, send your best poetry, essays, fiction, photography, and/or art to steffan1@rcn.com.

About David Burn

Co-founder and editor of AdPulp. I wrote my first ad for a political candidate when I was 17 years old. She won her race and I felt the seductive power of advertising for the first time. I worked for seven agencies in five states before launching my own practice in 2009. Today, I am head of brand strategy and creative at Bonehook in Portland, Oregon.


  1. I have digital art from 10, 11 years ago, some that was posted in a place called, “Rogue’s Gallery”. Eleven year old digital art! Does that make it antique? Other stuff was posted in forums. All of it was done with a mouse and not a wacom tablet. I never was in advertising besides being a student so i do not count. I only respond now because the art you posted above reminded me of those pictures. I had an entire series of pictures about women. People thought it was about depression. They were wrong. Actually i just opened up a disk file where i saved a few things.
    My poetry was mostly lost from that period. I did not save any thing put two poems: one memorized for life as it was a anagram of my name, the other about apples, the kind you eat as i had a micron computer at the time. It was one I wrote out first with pen and pencil. That is why it is saved. Funny in hindsight and thinking about back up computer files in 2009. I think it probably even has apple juice on the paper because I was probably baking my famous apple slice cake that was a family favorite and the top dollar getter at the grade school cake walk.
    Somebody has a copy of everything i wrote. I have asked, no one wants to give it to me. I pleaded years later. (online pleading). The person even said they would if I would write another poem in 24 hours. Like the fairy tale I spun the gold and returned the next day only to have this person request something else or laugh as it were all a joke. I don’t remember exactly, but no poems.And i tired of the play,
    Ten years. That’s a long time in digital years.
    Time does heal some wounds, anyway.
    and my poems…
    they were only words.