Dear Reader(s),
I keep starting and restarting this entry, because there’s nothing in particular I feel that I need to tell the world about. Yes, the weather is raw outside with the storm sweeping in, and yes the leaves in Vermont are not nearly as vibrant as they usually are this time of year, and yes corn mazes are fun and educational, and yes I am writing lots of things and also waiting for the inevitable rejections of others. I persist.
I think you can get away with a “dear reader” type of commentary filled with the banal details of what you had for breakfast last Thursday as long it’s not every week. Or every two weeks. So I won’t do that here.
Instead, why not revisit these poems, available right here on this convenient website for the nominal price of free?
- smitten – stormy weather is cool
- completionist – let’s do ALL THE THINGS oh wait WE CAN’T
- fleeting – time is fast, short
- fracture – tombstones are cool
- sunday – mornings with your kid are nice
And here’s a piece of flash fiction about landscaping:
- Salt the Earth – Man Hates Lawn
I’m writing so much stuff and should have some new things up soon—probably even some super-short flash fiction next week, I think. I gotta check the schedule.
And who knows, maybe some of those rejections won’t be!
-jr
P.S. Whoa I just realized this OTHER piece of short fiction is ALSO about landscaping: Organic Gardening
