Not all poetry sites are created equal. I really hate to say that, but it’s true. Having a web page is not the same thing as being a good poetry editor and having an eye for good work. But the good folks at the Blue Hour, they really know what they’re doing. And when I get to a poem accepted there, well, I’d be lying if it didn’t feel pretty darn good.
So thanks to the Blue Hour for accepting Saturday Morning, and apologies for all the blatant sentimentality. Sometimes I can be such a girl.