I used to think bad things came in threes, but it appears I've been receiving my rejections two by two; you know, just like getting the animals onto the ark. Open City and A Public Space both sadly turned me down yesterday with nary a detail or personal name signed at the bottom of the page. Both submissions were the same group of poems which should be a loud message.
I can't wait for the big 5-0. It's almost here. Care to start taking bets on what day it will come? It's like a baby pool.
No - the other kind of baby pool. More like a football pool.