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.

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 saw a turtle In a shell, It seemed to fit him Very well. Now I just wonder, D’you suppose That I can buy me One of those? What are the colors One can choose? Do they make them in Reds or blues? I asked the turtle If he knew, Where I could buy me […]

The politician had a fly That was circling ’round his head. “That fly is really bothersome, It makes it hard to speak,” he said. “My daddy calls them ‘circle flies,’” Said a young lad who sat close by. “They always circle ’round someone They think is gonna tell a lie.” “Are you calling me a […]