Bryan Tipton

Once per month, I attend a writer's workshop started by my friend, Tracy, whom I met in our creative writing class at Mesa College during the Fall 2001 semester. It's held on the 10th floor of a building located on Banker's Hill, an incredible location that overlooks downtown San Diego and the bay. Attendence varies, but this past Tuesday night we had five people. We critiqued my poem, Air Hole, and this morning, while sitting at the Mission 2 coffee shop in Pacific Beach, I put the finishing touches on it. It's done. Now, I just need to find a magazine to send it to. A problem with submitting poetry is that magazines typically want a batch of three to five poems sent to them at a time, so I need to complete a few others to accompany this one, before releasing it to the world.