Rejection Rounds

Of Course There is More After the End

Dear Merced,

There was once a small window, and out of this window there was the view of yellow flowers in a field, mountains jagging in the distance, white-capped. Sunlight. I am not the one who built this window, nor the one who found the view or sowed the flowers wild. I am not anyone important. I am only someone who saw out of this small window and for a time too brief thought “how beautiful,” like so many others. But now the window is gone. The field and flowers, mountains. Gone.

I wrote about you recently. Not under the guise of poetry as I sometimes do but in a way unguarded. I hope you don’t mind. I hope you already know everything I have to say. If you are in a place where there is more after the end, I hope you are well and taken care of.

Always,

Michael

The Rejection Manifesto

For several years I’ve mulled over the idea of rejection. I’ve written hybrid lectures on it (one of them can be found here.) I’ve dug up the word to find the roots (Latin in origin, “a throwing back”). I have seen its myriad blossoms and handled its thorns. (more…)