Well I just told my love that if I didn’t start getting some good poetry news soon I was going to become a plumber. It feels good to threaten the universe every once in awhile just so you know someone is listening.

It started out yesterday with a letter from one of the universities wanting permission to use some of my poems in a class, wanting information on where to buy the book thus causing me once again to feel like the aimless ass writer who has yet to get her book out. Btw, the manuscript has now been promoted to sitting next to me in the passenger seat of my car so I can have brilliant thoughts between stoplights.

And low and behold an acceptance letter from the Massachusetts Review and not a “we love this poem but we are not going to take it” hand written note letter, but an honest to god T.E. Ballard you are in this beautiful journal letter. I was ready to hire a marching band. Of course then I realized it might be another six months….