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Could you talk a little bit about your goals over the past ten years and how you set them?
What is your approach to the art of poetry submissions? As for my practical approach to the impractical art of poetry, I have always believed I go about things differently in my writing life because of my Capricorn nature.
Many artists are right brain thinkers, some artists are messy and enjoy chaos, but as someone who has always been stronger at math and making lists, I have a lot of left-brain elements that have helped me organize my writing life, both in making time for it and setting goals. Also, I have a great group of friends who I email my goals to as I realize I am more accountable to others if I have to report back whether I made my goals or not.
My goal is write and complete good work. I am less concerned if these works go on to be published or win awards though I do like this when it happens and more concerned about the joy and satisfaction I get with the act of writing. I can go months upon months without submitting poetry. My way is to neglect submissions until I realize I have nothing out to literary journals then send out a huge batch and neglect it again until I have nothing out.
As one of the editors-in-chief of Crab Creek Review , could you tell us what the magazine is looking for, and what in direction you see it heading? What advice would you give poets trying to have their work published in literary journals? Crab Creek Review is definitely working toward a more national presence. We have a strong group of donors, subscribers, readers and writers who keep us going and we are so thankful for this. They are very close to being done, but had the poet done one or two final revisions before sending it off, it could have made the difference.
We all get rejected. If someone says they never get rejections, they are lying.
It probably did, but not in a good way. Send a cover letter with any publication credits you may have, maybe something about yourself or something you like about the last issue.
I never considered that this statement from me was probably a huge red flag that I had no idea what I was doing. Remember that many literary journals are run by volunteers who are writers themselves and we have to balance our own lives, other jobs, family and our writing as well. We do our very best to respond in a timely manner.
I ran into some recently graduated MFA students the other weekend, and I noticed a lot of them were a bit down and disoriented after graduation. They had stopped writing, stopped sending out, and felt discouraged and overwhelmed by trying to publish their theses. What three suggestions do have for post-graduate MFA students that you wish someone had told you before graduating?
One is that is okay to take a few months off and not write.
I took quite a few months where I reconnected with friends, went out to lunch, and just enjoyed not writing. My final suggestion would be to find a group of writers who will be your support.
They can be friends from your MFA program or other writers you know. Stay in touch, set goals, and hold each other accountable. Self-help mantras resurface throughout as a reminder of the ways modern society chooses to deal with today's tragedies, a reminder that a cup of tea and a positive attitude are not always enough when struggling with life's bigger problems.
Part of the book deals with the speaker's ambivalence towards marriage and religion, part with the death of the speaker's father, and part with the same themes that Emily Dickinson dwelled on: This is a book that will linger in your mind with its humor, its honesty and insight, and its fervent belief in poetry and play. In case of accident, call a priest,. Just the priest please.
Face the direction from which you came. The Making of Peace. Currently, Kelli lives in a seaside community in the Northwest with her family. Visit her website at: Letters from the Emily Dickinson Room Authors: Kelli Russell Agodon Genre: And I want to engrave: Or an ambulance, but not just the priest.
I imagine yards of cotton unrolling. Forty degrees and falling.
She sees her body in the curve of letters and not the words.