Friday, March 30, 2012

Feet People

On Wednesday, I got hit by a car while I was running through a crosswalk with a stop sign at it. I guess a more appropriate term is that I was nudged by a car, since I am not in any way injured. I don't even have a bruise. Luckily, the bad driver saw me just in time and slammed on her brakes. People in this town hate pedestrians. Or, as my husband and I call ourselves, feet people. I don't know Latin, but I like to pretend that I do. Ped, meaning feet. Estrian, meaning people.

Anyway, I'm very glad to say that we're moving this summer to St. Paul, a town where feet people are probably more widely accepted. A place where people are less likely to yell "Drive a damn car!" at you from the windows of their crappy pickup trucks.

In addition to the big moving news, there is other news! Issue 5 of TRNSFR magazine is now available to purchase, where I'm happy to keep company with such wonderful writers as Russ Woods, J.A. Tyler, James Tadd Adcox, and Hazel Foster, whose piece you can read for free on the TRNSFR site.

I also have a few poems in the April issue of elimae, and a poem that went up in the February issue of Midway Journal.

I know it's not new news, but I'm still getting rejections like crazy. Since September 1st, I've received almost forty. But I have a bunch of pending submissions, which will either blossom into tiny little butterflies of acceptances, or rot in their submishmashable graves, with a little red "Declined" staring me dead in the face. Each one is like a little wish.

Happy weekend!

1 comment:

  1. Equestrian = People of the Horse?

    New idea! Ride a horse to work.