Enjoying the sense of freedom with classes over, I started wandering through journal markets again. While it used to depress me, I find that now I get engulfed in ideas. Wrote a quirky little essay about high school, race riots and tobacco fields in 1974. With my birthday coming up, I'm feeling oddly 'retro.' In other news, received a lovely rejection letter from Penumbra and sent out several homeless poems. Now, I'll try to reorient myself back into the real world, or what passes for that, and finish the the day. SMH
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