A curious word, yet perhaps apt for poetry. Recently I've heard a lot of talk about submitting to magazines, and I've been doing a lot of submitting while thinking that the act of sending poems out into the ether (better known as the USPS) is metaphorical. We try to become still enough to receive ideas through internal channels we little understand. Sending them back out the same way is appropriate, it seems to me. Conception and like giving birth are all about surrender. Meditation and writing are the same.
Bloghopping: added to my blogroll recently Shannon Cain's The Literary Activist and Vince Gotera's The Man With the Blue Guitar.