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| Pointillisme: blurry new leaves through the rain from Le Select in Montparnasse |
Often enough, I've complained about the long long times some editors need to review submissions. I try to be empathic and understanding: I know (I hope) they have rich and full lives, and that editing a poetry journal is very much a side hustle; I appreciate the devotion to poetry; I try not to be too put out when they can't manage a form email to notify me that they didn't want my poems. Quarantine / house arrest is having one unexpected benefit, though. Apparently, reading backed-up submissions is less aversive than housework. I have received several verdicts on batches of poems, much more swiftly than I had been led to expect. It's disorienting! It's confusing! It's really nice!! It doesn't hurt that there are some acceptances in there too.
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