No Good

An email arrives from the literary journal that I submitted work to. Anticipation wraps around my chest like a boa constrictor, and holds its position. Don't get excited - I tell myself. But I do anyway. "Dear Red: We're sorry..." The rejection assaults my hard work, leaving me limp before my computer screen. The boa constrictor releases... Continue Reading →

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