I am pleased to learn my poem, “Pray with Bones,” will be published in High Shelf Press, online and in print on October 15th. I work shopped this poem in a class this summer, and must thank my colleagues there.
I’ve always liked this poem, but could not find a home for it for a long time. It is weird–but I admit to liking it. Grief and elephants–how could I not like my own poem?
In a fit of gloominess, I was just about the withdraw ALL my submissions everywhere–to match my mood.
Glad I didn’t. And once again, I hid grief in a poem.
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.