I urge you to believe that what we do as poets in the world has worth. Never doubt it.
~ Journal Editor
Charlie is confused because I'm arriving home at 6:30 a.m. and going to bed instead of taking him for his walk. I've been out all night in an Emergency Room helping a friend, and, thankfully, all is well. But Charlie is impatient, wakes me after two hours, barking madly to be let out to chase some deer in the yard away. After all, he gets me up for his walk, and it's cold and overcast and I'm overtired but glad I am making the effort, because I am waking up to a new day.
Tonight, in an e-mail, I receive a winning rejection from a poetry editor of a journal I submitted to. Yes, this woman knows how to write a positive and encouraging "rejection," – and here's the delight of what she calls my "near miss":
This is the kind of encouraging news, about poetry and poets and the editors who support them, that I can fall asleep to.