Wednesday, May 12, 2004

 

Rejections, rejections. The rejections are improving, however. My first rejection made it clear that the editors believed my poetry was the most horrifying disservice ever done to literature. Now, the rejections are still rejections, but they invite me to perhaps try back with them in the future. I'll take a comment that stuff just isn't right at this particular time over gibbering cries of "Flee! Flee the awful poem!" any day.

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