There are a lot of things in this world that feel good. One of them is plucking the white SASE from the mailbox, holding it up to the light before opening it (oh, come on, some of you do that too, I know it), peering through the envelope at the letter inside, dimly making out the words "happy to inform you that" and tearing into the envelope.
(Yes, maybe it's gauche and boring to post the details of one's rejections and acceptances on one's blog. So what. It's not like the non-poety people in my life are interested in hearing about it, and I do like to share happy news with people who might appreciate it.)
So, Calyx will be publishing my poem "Against Metaphor" next year. I don't know which issue yet. But I do like Calyx very much, so I am pleased. And now if you'll excuse me, I have a little self-congratulatory butt-waggling acceptance dance to perform.