Finally! The snow is melting, the ice is melting…it seems as if my whole world is melting. And I am just fine with that. Rumor has it that as I am writing this post, it’s fifty degrees outside. Maybe the rainstorm that is coming will rinse the winter salt off my car…
There’s a thaw in the submission front, too! This past week Blast Furnace accepted two of my poems and Flyway: Journal of Writing and Environment accepted one of my prose poems. You have heard me talk about Blast Furnace, but Flyway is one of my favorite journals, too! (Next to journals that focus on Blue Collar/Working-class issues, I love journals that focus on sense of place or the natural environment)
Here’s hoping that all the thaws in my life will keep melting…
The Scrapper Poet 