I found a stash of rejections slips from my first attempt at being a poet in the mid-80s to early 90s. I’d like to share the ones from @NimrodJournal, @BPJTweets, and The Threepenny Review instead of actually writing tonight.
I kind of miss those days. The wait times were longer and simultaneous submissions weren’t the norm, but responses only arrived once a day. There was also a visceral sense of accomplishment available when you looked at your pile of rejection slips that just can’t be duplicated with email and Submittable.
I don’t think I ever tried Nimrod again.
