When all my novels, poems or plays- many already mapped, planned, waiting in my head- are written, sold, published, adored, hated and put away to collect dust
When I, empty of those novels, poems or plays and with wrinkled skin, hanging on creaking bones, close my eyes for the last time and lie those bones in a pine box to collect dust
I will have a severely boring biography.
The long wait is over! Issue 2 of A Literation is now in production, and we’re pleased to announce and congratulate the following fine poets and writers, whose literary offerings will grace our digital pages. If your piece wasn’t selected for this issue, we encourage you to try again next issue….
Me when I go to the doctor
What a slow news day looks like.
I have a body like an hour glass… A fat hourglass… A fat hourglass with a bad attitude… A fat hourglass with a bad attitude and a heart of gold… A fat hourglass with a bad attitude and a heart of gold that counts time with M&Ms.