Today I decided to stop simultaneously submitting work to magazines.
1. I don't feel desperate to get my work into the world anymore. It's out there and it lingers. That's enough for me.
2. I don't have enough work, time, or energy to send out batches and batches of work.
So, I'm targeting journals, focusing my submissions, and hoping for the best.
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The new project unfolds so slowly. So few poems are written: weeks go by without anything new, but I revise the old stuff. I think about how they should line up together like thin posts. They need connective tissue, little sutures in between the weighter pieces. Lyric moments. I know how to do this. I'm letting it take time.
This is a change that may indicate I no longer fear death.
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Something I love:
I'll keep giving all I'm given to
love, there's no other revenge.
The kind of couplet that makes you want to plant a kiss on Christopher Davis. I'll keep loving all. I'm given to love—there's no other. (Revenge)
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Been really busy lately. Blog is suffering my reduced attentions.
Outside it feels like an oven.