Lucky (I hope) thirteen active submissions of poetry out right now… wait, one is a short nonfiction piece entirely written in dialogue. We shall see! The “declined” or rejections outnumber thirteen–but I am enjoying finding new literary magazines and I am editing, revising, and writing poetry. EXCEPT I cannot write about those poor boys trapped in the caves in Thailand. I usually have no problem writing to a prompt, but these boys, these trapped boys…
I mean those boys are mainly in the dark…and they are BOYS. There is ONE adult with them. I followed the lives and stories of the 33 Chilean miners, big strong men, trained men…and I know how very rough they had after the rescue. The miners were down below much longer… but these are boys…and it could take months. Sigh…
If I were honest, I would say I can barely breathe thinking about those boys.
Here are links to some current articles:
I can barely breathe when I think of all those who are trapped, scared, in the dark–literally or emotionally.
I need to open the window now, despite the stifling heat.
There is a poem there about the need to open windows even in the heat. Even in the bitterly cold. (Oh, I’ve had issues doing that.)
Not too long ago, my husband and I were in a resort with huge windows, but they did not open. I wanted to stay somewhere else, somewhere the windows opened.
But that’s another story or other stories.
Thanks for reading!