Received an encouraging rejection today from J.D. McClatchy at Yale Review who, on YR stationary, said he liked my poems but didn't ultimately find them right for YR. But he encouraged me to send more. Not too bad for a first try at a mag like that. It's back to stuffing envelopes for me.
Reading Housekeeping by Marilynne Robinson. It's absolutely extraordinary. A sad, yet resolved narrator offers a dreamlike account of a life in which family members keep dying. The sentences seduce like ghosts--they're frightening, yet interesting, mysterious, terrifying, but impossible to look away from.
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