Damn, you're good, sir.
As you know, I submitted eleven of the CalPig primitive's poems to the Watchtower magazine for their consideration. I had chosen the Watchtower because it's the largest-circulating magazine in the world, and I thought the CalPig primitive's poetry deserved the widest audience possible.
Alas, the august magazine never responded.
I'm assuming it's probably because I was too demanding; I insisted a photograph of the CalPig primitive had to grace the front cover of the edition carrying her poetry.