This year I’m changing my strategy. In the past I’ve been so wrapped up in putting chaps together, I’ve skipped submitting to presses entirely. You know, the bread and butter for most poets.
Last year I read about Michael Derrick Hudson. His poem was rejected 40 times, but accepted and published in Best American Poetry after he submitted it under a Chinese pseudonym. It opened the door for some good dialogue about race, gender, and getting published, but the thing that stuck with me was – 40 times. Some people submit their poetry F.O.R.T.Y TIMES??! I am way behind.
I have a folder of 38 working poems and half-finished ideas. They range from a nearly complete (maybe complete?) pantoum to a real winner called fart tattoo. I’m going to spiff up some and send them out throughout the year. Let’s see how I do.