WHL took three of my poems: “Linguist,” “Sheets During Nightmare” and “Garapito Loop.”
WHL, or Wilderness House Literary Review, is the literary equivalent of geographical wonder, which is to say, the Earth has some especially beautiful nooks--for example, the White Mountains of Greece, Okavango Delta in Botswana, Kakadu in Australia--and the poetry world has such magical places too, one of which is WHL.
I’m busy, tired, and horribly misanthropic right now, so please take my pure praise for Irene Koronas, the editor of this fantastic site, for what it is: absolutely genuine.
I work really hard to produce a trickle of good poems, and when I get work in this journal I feel a rare sense of completion.
Thank you, Editor Koronas, and thank you staff of WHL for persevering!