I've sent some poetry to a 'proper' poetry magazine. I hadn't realised until then just how much I had lying around. The trick is sifting through it, trying to work out which bits are any good, which bits will communicate something to a reader rather than just myself. I don't know if any of it will be accepted, but it seems better to at least take the chance.
I'd just like to take a moment to wish good luck to my friend Adam, who has an interview today. The PhD he's applying for seems like a good one, so here's hoping he gets in.