A poem I submitted to The New Yorker just got rejected after (drum roll, please) two years and one day less than two months. Obviously I (or nearly any poet) see way more rejections than acceptances, so it’s generally not worth bringing them up. Heck, I’ve actually had a string of “personalized” rejections lately where a poem or group of poems just barely didn’t make the cut, and the editors wanted me to know that, but that’s not worth a post. I’m mostly putting this out there for anyone who reads the magazine’s guidelines and sees that their response is “around six months” to know that, well, [laughs uproariously].
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