Literary journal rant....

I'm tired of dealing with literary journals.  My poetry has been rejected once again as unusable without any explanation.  Other that it didn't meet the current publishing requirements via a form letter.  I save my rejections letters.  It's a history of where I've applied and where I don't need to, again. 

What they don't tell you that your work wasn't left-leaning enough, you didn't graduate from the right undergraduate institution, and you didn't sleep with the editorial staff while in graduate school.  I'm amazed some of these presses are still in business, other than to nurture said baby-academic writers. 

Am I too cynical?  I sent my best work to them.  And when I mean my best, it was my best.  Only to be gutted by silent, pro-forma rejection.  What qualifies as acceptable work? 

I wonder....

Completed projects....

I completed the rewrite of my draft of Kepler Falling earlier this month.  I'm now working the rough draft for Eternity's Edge.  I'm also working on my weekly critique and revision of Nordic Sun, too.  That should be done in ten weeks...

Blake Wood Walker