You: “I just had one of my poems (or short stories or essays) accepted by Well-Known Literary Journal That I’ve Wanted to Get Into Forever!” Note: You told this to your well-meaning family member, friend or co-worker because you literally just got...
Hey Minerva, Remember when you wrote me last week in the midst of some heavy-duty agita? Your sore throat raged like the fires of hell, you got a flat on the way to work, and while you were agonizing over your chapbook submissions, everybody you knew was...
Do you remember the first poem you ever had published? Mine appeared in a now-defunct journal that I think had the word “Stone” in the title when I was still in high school. I remember how it felt to get the thick journal in my hands and turn to my poem...
What drew me into the room was the ordinariness. These paintings and drawings were not of dancing girls or opera dames or absinthe addicts. The color palettes were not of bright yellows or hypnotizing blues; there were no splashes of shocking red in a flower...
I’ve been rereading May Sarton’s powerful Journal of a Solitude, and it’s a perfect companion to Minerva Rising’s upcoming Issue 7: Wilderness, which you can submit to now. What does the idea of wilderness inspire in you? I think of the vast rooms and spaces in my...
When I think of the wilderness, trees, bugs, animals and unfamiliar terrain come to mind. It terrifies me. In fact, I am more comfortable walking alone through the city than I am walking in the woods. Though I’m not crazy about all the city noise, I feel more in...
