1. In the back, the bushes are high and wild as a green delirium. A boy -my boy- comes with garden shears and cuts a tear-shaped doorway through them, allowing a view of the neighbor’s driveway.
2. On a sunny day, rainclouds appear. More preposterous things have happened. The boy goes into hiding.
3. I receive a rejection from Cutbank, a surprise. Not the rejection. But the fact that they responded 1 year and 4 months after my submission (12/05). That’s the second longest response I’ve ever waited out.
4. I have been wrong about many things. For example, California. Also, Norman Mailer!
5. I’m letting garden shears stand for everything I believe in.
Friday, March 30, 2007
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4 comments:
Aw, is that your boy? Great picture. And yes, garden shears are good.
haha! i might think that it's actually that t-shirt with "italia" written across it — that stands for everything you believe in.
and gosh, that's a loooooooong time for a rejection. though probably better than nothing. i think i sent them some stuff around 3-4 years ago... never heard back. 1 year and 4 months is FAB.
—a4
yep. thaz my boy.
"italia," arlene dear, is a land of catholics, overwhelmingly brunette, who don't get married. whatever that proves.
smile
That picture is too much! Tell him a strange lady from blogland sent him a hug. Tell him my name is Bartholomea Of The Yard.
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