A guy at the bar asked,“What’s your POV about the Community College shooting?” “An interior monologue,” I said. He then seemed to forget his next line. Beat. Beat. And I went back to reading.
If you’re jonesin’ and ya can’t wait to get to the bad poems….go here
While drafting a novel and parrying poems for the printed page, I may as well play out this paid string of a hosted blog while building that de rigueur Author’s Platform elsewhere. That ought to go well. And only 50 post here at any given time, and most originating elsewhere.