Thursday, May 15, 2014

The Sudden Subtle

Image of the Day:  Driving with the windows down and the sudden subtle perfume of lilacs scenting the air. 


It's funny how the submission process happens.  Sometimes journals can have a return rate of just a few days--I've had acceptances within twenty-four hours and those are heady, I can tell you!--and sometimes you wonder what on earth is happening to your poems.  Now, realistically, I know that editors have lives, they are super-busy with those lives, and the poems might have to go through a committee process, etc.  But emotionally, for me, this round of submissions is taking forever!  I have four packets of poems that have been out for over 100 days or so, which doesn't sound like that much time.  And I hate when I get impatient. 


But I did get an acceptance yesterday which made my week!  I have written two poems about Maria Sibylla Merian,  that entymologist I've been interested in, and those were accepted by a new journal,
Tinderbox Poetry Review, that I'm thrilled to be in.  I haven't had the wherewithal to write any more about her or her gorgeous plates, but hopefully in June, all things poetry-wise will pick up. 


Wish me luck this weekend!




By the Front Door
by W. S. Merwin


Rain through the morning
and in the long pool a toad singing
happiness old as water




"By the Front Door" by W.S. Merwin from The Moon Before Morning. © Copper Canyon Press, 2014. Reprinted with permission. (buy now)





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