Looking at the ole excel spreadsheet, it's been nearly two years since someone said "yes" to me. This fall I sent out over 60 SIXTY poetry / essay submissions in my largest, most insane, most consuming, most expensive, most exhaustive scattershot attempt to find some shadow of validity. Battle of the Bulge, perhaps.
Hayden's Ferry Review will be publishing my poem "Little Deep Creek--Oklahoma, 1984" sometime soon. A fine journal--pleased as punch to be in it.
The poem relates a time when I fell into a dry creek behind my house and puked up dirt for fifty feet or so. Hours later ants were eating it. Drats, I've given it all away.
Also today, New England Review told me "to keep sending!" Ok...?