This week has been one of those “When it rains, it pours” sort of situations. After a submission frenzy earlier this month, two of my poems were selected for publication later this year. One was “The Wonton Taco Effect“, a piece that I have been trying to have placed for nearly 2 years. The other was “Ceylon, Ceylon“, something that I wrote at the kitchen counter last month while a roommate made French toast.
I might be a poet after all.