Lessons from My Grandmother on Unrequited Creativity
My grandmother wrote poetry from at least the 1920s until shortly before her death in 2001. She typed her poems on a typewriter, assembled them into hand-organized anthologies with titles and indices, submitted them to magazines and publishers, collected the rejections, and submitted again. Grandma had lived through war, famine, occupation, and displacement. She just wanted the world to read her…











