[Roger Slater]

The new issue of Poetry that just arrived in my box has a nice poem by Wendy V!

[Maryann Corbett]

Congrats, Wendy, though we are not at all surprised.

Roger, what's the name of the poem? (My subscription just ran out, dang it.)

[Lance Levens]

Wendy

Congratulations! What an X-mas gift!

Lance Levens

[Michael Cantor]

Poetry? Again??

What is this, the third time? You seem to be in a rut, but congratulations anyway. (Haven't received my copy yet - Newbury always seems to be several days behind the rest of the world - but looking forward to it.)



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[Jim Hayes]

I haven't got my copy yet, so I can't comment on the poem except to say that I'm really hoping it's a kind of a pome that I can say is the sort of thing that Poetry likes, and that's why I'm not in it.
But I know that won't be the case and the poem will be typically Wendy V, brilliant and deserving.

Ah well, fame by association will do for me.

Congratulations indeed Wendy, well done.

Jim

[Susan McLean]

Brava, Wendy! You are already listed on the Poetry magazine web site, though the January issue isn't online yet and therefore I don't know whether your poem will be available that way or not. I don't subscribe to the magazine, but do browse through it when near a library that carries it.

Susan

[wendy v]

Woh, they sure got this issue out early. Thanks, Bob, for the announcement,
and Maryann, Lance, Michael, Jim, and Susan for the good words.
Maryann, it's a small poem called There's Nothing More.

Those guys over at Poetry have been very generous. They've picked up
another poem for a future issue, this one a tet piece,
which pleases me. It's the first they've taken that wasn't primarily
in dimeters. I was beginning to feel pretty typecast...
talk about ruts.

As long as I'm here taking up a slot on the board, I hope nobody
will think me (too) crude to announce some other recent stuffs from the sticks:

A poem of mine called "Drink" is in the current issue of Alehouse Press
out of SF, a newish journal that's pleasantly surprised me,
and that I recommend highly for both formalusters and free versistas.

Measure will publish "Snag" a tet sonnet that rolled around
at the Lariat a while back.

And a poem published in Smartish Pace this past year, (called "Coyote")
has been nominated for a Pushcart. Not sure what kind of chance it has,
but it was a pleasant surprise. This one I'd call a free verse poem.

Thanks also to Paul and Nigel at SCR for their Net/nomination of Is About.

This probably sounds like more than it is.. It's been ages since I
last post-toasted myself.

Even better, the kinders are well and full of sweetness, the husband is healthy
and full of wiseass-isms, and I am building some kind of freakish Stonehenge-like
structure in the backyard. The snow has put the project
on hold, but I remain fiercely devoted to this latest insanity. Anyone have a hardhat
and one of those little Bobcats I could borrow ...

I've been terribly scarce here, good to be remembered,
thanks, guys.

I wish you all the best of the new jahr,
a generous muse,
quick wit
and a lengthy fuse,
(except Michael)
schwooon,
wendy

[Janet Kenny]

Wendy,
If it wasn't you, you'd be insufferable but it is you so you're not. I'm very happy for you and for poetry and Poetry. May the light continue to shine,
Janet

[Alder Ellis]

But Wendy, Poetry pays by the line, right? They're just trying to gouge you, I figure, if they're starting to accept tetrameters versus dimeters. Pretty soon, they'll be wanting fourteeners.

The construction of a backyard Stonehenge-like structure is conceivably unique among the 100 million or so backyards in America. Inventory: 32 million bird feeders, 21 million vegetable gardens, 18 million barbecues, 3 million tree houses, 180,000 swimming pools, 2,000 gazebos, 1 Stonehenge-like structure. How do you lift those big rocks? This has probably been the main impediment to a proliferation of Stonehenge-like structures in American backyards. But hey, a poet needn't give away her secrets.

[wendy v]

They're just trying to gouge you, I figure,>>>

I knew it. Those bastards.

On the Stonehenge, AE, not to worry: I am actually the size of Paul Bunyan.
Seriously, I've got a yearnin' to learn to operate one of those Bobcat contraptions, except of course I'd feel like I was cheating. For now I'm leaving the moral
questions aside and settling for manageable sizes and reasonable goals. Then again, maybe they had John Deere equipment and monster cranes back in 2000 BC. Those bastards !

Janet, you made me laugh sideways. I have not suffered in recent years a shortage of sorrows and losses, I promise.
Thanks for good words, peoples,
xo