First 007 Rejection Letter
Arrived in today's mail from the newly-reincarnated, Poetry Northwest, based in Portland. Discouraging as they are looking for new work but my four pieces don't cut whatever new they want, I guess. I can't let this color my decision to try and reach out to these folks and their Attic Workshop when we move up to the city. Don't pass judgment on a community or a writing scene before you've experienced it firsthand, right? Still, a Friday evening sigh. Back to the drawing board, back to reading these mags and trying to figure out what they want, what they prefer. Maybe I'm too set in my ways, too idiosyncratic, too wanting to write the way I want to write to bend to au courant poetry whims. Or maybe I'm simply deluded about my ability and the quality of my work. The latter's more likely. Oh well, this too shall pass.
