Last Thursday night I came home from work to discover an email from Robert Nazarene, the Editor of The American Journal Of Poetry, in St. Louis. It began by telling me he was sorry I missed his phone call, which I later heard his voicemail from, and the reason he was calling was to infrom me that he would like to publish two poems in the January online edition of the Journal.
He said he would take,"Locks, Rust, And The Goddess Of Trust," just the way it was, and would also take, "If," if I agreed to a few minor revisions which after reading his suggestions, I did. Maybe you're getting the picture now.
If not, I'll be happy to help. First of all, this Journal, in my literary opinion is one of the most prestigious poetry journals in America. And to have my work chosen to be published among them in January, is a good and beautiful thing. To also have Robert Nazarene calling me at home to share the news of such a gift is a truly remarkable thing. I am honored, thankful and very inspired by the trust, desire and admiration of people who truly believe in my poems enough to publish them. In January they will have new home to live in, as will we, when the day comes. Again, the dance of IMPERMANENCE.