It’s been a week of rejections, including one I waited SIX MONTHS for, at the journal of my dreams.  That one stung, and I know I need to improve, rewrite, revise, and rework my poetry if I am to ever publish there.  And then…after four rejections, an acceptance of a poem I had a lot of fun writing.

The background: I took a short class at the Art Institute of Chicago this autumn, but I missed one class since I FELL RUNNING FOR THE TRAIN and managed to end up in urgent care. Graceful I am not. But for the class I attended, I wrote a poem based on a prompt, a double sort of persona ekphrastic poem, with persons in one painting talking to persons in another. I am pleased to learn that High Shelf Press will publish this poem, “Saltwater Faces,” soon–in their debut edition.

Thanks for reading.