I have a shoebox full of rejections.
The shoebox once contained my favorite sneakers – a pair of PF Flyers that I bought when I first moved to New York in 2006. I’m sad to report that the sneakers are no longer with us. The rejections, however? I have every single one.
When I first started submitting my poetry to magazines – around the same time I bought those shoes – I knew that I wasn’t going to get a whole lot of yeses. At least not right away. And probably not from the big names. The Paris Review, The New Yorker – these are the magazines that make careers. I was just starting. Paper submissions were still the preferred method with a lot of magazines, so I took the long way to the subway every day so that I could stop by the post office and get proper postage for my submissions. I dropped them into the mailbox, thinking that this time, at least ONE of these would come back with a yes.~ read more ~