Category: A Writer’s Life

Writing your first book is so traumatic; Finding a publisher is the worst. I think I’ve solved the problem; I’m writing my second book first.

I would like to send, to those in charge, A most important small petition. From time to time, I would like to end My sentence with a preposition. In the words of Winston Churchill, When he at last put down his foot, “That’s one rule of the English language, Up with which I will not […]

Last night I wrote a poem But the words just didn’t fit, With syllables too many And the meter off a bit. A participle dangled And an adjective displaced, The metaphor intended No longer could be traced. The grammar was atrocious And the similes a crime. I am very proud of it Because I made […]

“Don’t write a book of poems,” they said, “Right now we just don’t need it.” “Don’t write a book of poems,” they said, “Because no one will read it.” “Don’t write a book of poems,” they said, “It’s just a waste of time.” “Don’t write a book of poems,” they said, “Especially if they rhyme.” […]

I picked a stickery flower From a stickery thistle. Now if I were a grown-up, I’d shake my hand and whistle. There are so many stickers That my hand is turning red. Since I haven’t learned to whistle, I guess that I’ll just cry instead.