Just rec'd another rejection email from a literary magazine I'd submitted a poem to. Oh well, one more rejection closer to an acceptance, right? Actually, I appreciate hearing something, even if it's a rejection; somehow that still feels better than no response at all. It was even a personalized rejection, as she pointed out a couple of things that she really liked about my poem even though it wasn't a perfect fit. So I'm going to do some further editing on it and submit it someplace else because I like it.