One writer's blog about fiction, life, and lesser evils.
That reminds me, housework.......
i'd run one of those merry maids services down by foot if i thought they would work for poems.
That's why my socks keep vanishing...
and you thought it was the dryer, ha
So I discovered your blog today, via a search for more information on Bookbaby, and I have enjoyed it immensely. I noticed you are in the Portland area, and as I will be relocating to that area soon I am curious to find other writers/groups in that area, and your writing has encouraged me in this quest. Thank you for your openness in sharing.
openness or foolishness, still trying to figure that one out.
It can definitely be a toss up. All I can say is, I feel I've benefitted from reading it :)
The best short poem I've seen for days! Perfect!
Thanks, Tim. Wait 'til I post my poem titled Bulldog in a Zippered Fleece. Waiting for the right picture.
A nice domestic version of Strand's "Eating Poetry"--I romp with joy in the bookish dark!
Brave soul to make a comment. Wink.