Workshop was yanking my chain more than usual tonight. Again, a less than stellar required poetry reading (you must ask if we spend anytime at all in class). And then being told my poems are always somewhat "bloodless" and that I should cut the last line, which, in my opinion, is incredibly important. It was all sort of moot, since I had decided to send the poem off in submission since I turned it in a couple of weeks ago for workshop, (it's one of the things I've written lately that seems finished) and recieved an acceptance from Cranky (a Seattle based journal) for it a couple of days ago along with another poem. Granted, things can always be revised, even if they've been published, but I felt a little vindicated.
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