  Ran around 'town' taping and tacking flyers to anywhere that seemed permisable- the lady at the train station told me in an accent "I sorry, they take down, not allowed" So I took my flyer down and taped it on a concrete pillar commuters pass as they come back home.
Now I realize it will rain tonight and a black mess will drip to the sidewalk. Ok but enough bad imagery! Let us stick to the reporting here. I'm thinking- maybe there is a reason regular towns don't have poetry journals? Because there are no willing poets? Or people brave and silly enough to use the word poet? My man says I am crazy. I do not know if this is crazy good or crazy bad or crazy it might work? No one responded to the flyer yet.
Seven days and zero messages in my in-box. I felt happy driving away from the posted flyers seeing them flap- but I also imagined angry consumers and business owners tearing them down and balling them up. My current goal: Receive one submission! Publish one issue with one submission! Come on college students- prove to me you are idealistic and love to rip little tabs off flyers and part-is-a-pate 
