Back in the days when all writing submissions came to us by mail, we could identify poet Lyn Lifshin’s packages even before seeing her return address. She would typically send a stack of poems the size of a book manuscript. A week later she might send another. We tried asking politely if she could submit fewer poems at once, but there was no stopping the flow of words from her pen. Describing her writing process toward the end of her life, she said, “When asked for a poem, I’d write fifty.”