Don't call us ...

A first, today. An editor from a magazine I admire asked permission to print a poem. Wow. Unfortunately it's a poem that I submitted elsewhere recently, and my feelings about simultaneous submissions keep me from yanking it. But still!

A quick look at the submission log. The mail carrier has successfully evaded my traps and continues to willfully withhold acceptances notices from me. (One day I will spring upon her in the grocery store. I've seen her there, trying to look innocent.) Let's see: Prairie Fire still out from February; Heron's Nest, Magma, and Many Mountains Moving still out from April; jubilat and Painted Bride still out from July. Event still out -- of course -- from September. Not as many as I'd like to have in the field, but most of my energy has gone into finishing Thunder recently, and that doesn't generate submissions or submitable poems.