Marly and Charlotte, I've said this before. I get very far behind in submissions because I write so much. I get very far behind in editing my own work, Rhina is not tough enough on me. But about twice a year I send out a blast of poems, thirty, maybe forty. And yes, almost all of them are published.
Of course, I'm not in Dick Wilbur's league. Twenty-five years ago I could have papered an outhouse with rejection notices and ripped them from the wall to useful purpose. I asked him how many rejection notices he got, and he said, "I've never had one." Then he said, "Actually, the Disappearing Alphabet was rejected by the New Yorker which forwarded it to the Atlantic Monthly, which published it."
Lick the stamps. Send the poems.
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