We received a submission recently in which the writer, in his cover letter, remarked that he was from a town of 900 people, a town in America’s northwest. The writer wrote that one of the people he grew up with became a US senator, and another became a founding member of a well-known rock band. The other 898 people, he wrote, did not amount to much.
We say a resounding no to that view, a view that is not likely to yield worthwhile poetry or fiction. We want to know what the other 898 amounted to, because it is certain they amounted to plenty. Their lives might be much fuller than the life of a rock star or a senator.
Send us stories about those other 898. That’s where the truth is, and all of the poetry.