When New York-area people hear the word "Bellevue," typically they think of the mental-health segment of the well-known medical facility. In my case, I wasn't sent to Bellevue, but I did send something to Bellevue -- the Bellevue Literary Review (BLR), a literary journal. Like most poets, I like to see my work in print; in the case of BLR, which publishes prose and poetry "that touch upon relationships to the human body, illness, health and healing," it is my fervent hope that I am a contender for its annual contest. Yes, I know -- as do thousands of other writers who submitted work and are no less eager to win the cash prize and a little notoriety.
BLR will announce winners in the next few weeks. I'll keep you posted.