Warning: This is kind of long (and mostly unedited)…
So, despite the strange way 2019 is starting out, I am beyond glad to have seen 2018 come to an end.
The year 2018 was a veritable shitstorm (dumpster fire is too neatly contained)—and more volatile than the current stock market. What could go wrong went wrong; when something went right, it felt as though it came at considerable cost.
Friday is September 1st—time for a new writing challenge. I think I am going to go with the thing I mentioned a couple of days ago—i.e., avoiding the word I, regardless of form or format. Will it be harder than May 2016’s verbless poem challenge? Stay tuned to find out. Continue reading
Earlier today, I read an article about what divorced people do with their wedding rings. This isn’t strictly about that, but the poem I wrote after the poem I wrote about that.
Unexpectedly, I have a lot of work to do over the next week or so. Therefore, if I’m going to do this, I figure I had better do it now… Continue reading