This has been a week. I submitted four batches of new visual poetry on the weekend and received two overnight acceptances. Even one is unusual. I had to pull the other two since there was so much overlap. It was refreshing after a long spell of not submitting. On the downside, I haven’t got any submissions out. 

One of the pieces eventually accepted fell out my copy of Benjamin Franklin’s autobiography when I preparing to return to Barcelona. I’d almost forgotten it, though it was nearly done.  I toyed with it and added a couple elements. It started as a drawing, became an embroidery then morphed into a collage. That piece—The Power—will be in Ghost Proposal sometime this year. (It has nothing to do with Ben Franklin. He was just keeping it from bending.)

When I got back from an overnight trip to Girona with my son today, I found the visual poetry recently accepted by The Rumpus was already online. They published seven pieces using pages from Eudora Welty, Stephen King and Ali Smith. 

Girona was also a wonderful experience. Beautiful old city with a medieval wall and towers, stairwells and alleys, churches and squares. Of course that’s the old city, where believe it or not there was nary a tourist (but for me & my son). Outside the old city, it’s just a exhaust-filled, drab European city.

But there was an amazing old book shop full of ephemera that I would like to get back to. I spent 15 euros there on a
parcel of old letters, photos and a postcard.