Today was another beautiful day, though somewhat marred by having to sit in the back room of the shop. Tomorrow, if it is similarly beautiful, I will probably spend indoors hiding from people. It is a very trying time but I don’t intend becoming ill just as we get in sight of a solution.
The birds are certainly playing their part – they were singing before dawn and wee still singing at dusk.
My Blood test results came back. I am hovering just within the permitted range – my reward is a three week rest before the next ritual puncturing. Julia posted her test kit today, so if things go as smoothly as last time we should have a result tomorrow.
On the poetry front, things are going pretty much as you would expect. A set of haiku to one magazine were returned, as has become traditional. I’m not sure which one of us will break first. In fact I’m not sure if one of us will break before Death takes us. I don’t give up easily and she clearly doesn’t like my submissions.
Another one returned my attempts too, but it was a regular journal with a guest editor. I have never managed to have anything accepted when they have a guest editor.
On a more positive note, Obsessed with Pipework had one of my poems this issue. They aren’t on-line so I can’t direct you to it.
The Haibun Journal has accepted a haibun for next month’s issue. Not online, so again there won’t be a link. I like the Haibun Journal – a well-produced old-fashioned sort of journal, which |I could imagine reading whilst wearing a smoking jacket in my Library.
To be fair, I like all journals that publish me, and quite a few that don’t.
The biggest news is that I’ve been shortlisted by Acumen. They have a two stage policy – Normally they turn me down and tell me competition is fierce, as they only publish about 1% of submissions. This time I’ve made it onto the list to be considered as part of the 1%. I probably won’t progress but it’s a step up from a simple rejection, and it’s actually more exciting than being published by a lot of other magazines.
For a week or two I can dream of publication in a prestigious magazine, but after that it will be down to earth with a bang.
And on that note, it is time to go and drink tea in front of the Tv. It’s a hard life being a poet…
For a picture – snowdrops from 2018.