I really like The Highest Number. I like that they see failures and shortcomings as still meriting some attention. I read these failures and think, "Man, if I wrote that, I'd have given myself a cookie."
Before moving from Chicago to Ithaca, I sent them some of my failures and was surprised, today, to learn that they had been not only accepted but posted over a month ago. Cool? Yeah, it's cool.
Here are three of my failed poems that I still adore and can't part with or alter up at Highest Number: ITTY BITTY SHORTCOMINGS
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