A couple of months back, my friend Lavina Blossom (wonderful name for a wonderful poet, who also paints and is working on a novel as well as being an old yoga buddy of mine) contacted me and said she was the poetry editor on a literary magazine online, Inlandia, which I had seen but didn't submit to because the webpage said it only published stuff by people who lived in the Inland Empire of Southern CA (Riverside, San Bernadino and the like). She wanted some of my poems and some of Richard's too. I gave her "Harvest," the poem I wrote for my dad, which has been revised quite a bit since any of you last saw it, unless you were at the memorial for my parents in June.
A week or so ago, she wrote to me and said that the editor had decided she couldn't publish the poems because we don't live or work in the Inland Empire, but she liked them so much, she apparently changed her mind and decided to publish them after all.
They have one of my non-fiction pieces too, the one about the toll road. I haven't heard whether they want that one too. It would be nice if they took it, since it is harder to publish those than the poems.
So that's good news.
On the school front, tomorrow is the last day of school. I will collect the papers and leave, as the students do not want to have a party. That makes me a wee bit sad.
They have been a good class, and I have enjoyed teaching them.