I was approached to share my poetry, to be published, but that's not my current specialty.  One week to decide.  I've been putting things together in my head.  Drives in the country, the weather chilling, Alex Turner trying to escape his past loves.  It's inspiring as hell, but not poetry.  Not prose poetry.  Not sonnets or haiku or limericks.  I've been building back stories, towns, neighborhoods, internet friendships.

When I do think of my writing, I don't think it has any tie to this state. Nothing that says - that's a southern writer, that's a Georgia writer, that's all 285 and OTP, Chick'Fil'A and Zaxby's, Coca-Cola and CNN, Peachtree and Oglethorpe.

So there's that.  There's also the fact that all of the finished poetry I have is from college or about my ex or is in a primarily prose paragraph form.

Except, if you think of how much I've taken to this country life, you would think I would be free versing Georgia farms, barns, and American youth.

Labels: are you laughing yet?, poetry, writing

Should have thought to share this sooner, but I don't really know the breadth of strangers stumbling across Libby.  Please consider donating to my Strutt the Mutt team, 100% of proceeds goes to the Best Friends Animal Society to save dogs and cats from kill shelters and to provide enough support to  help them become no kill shelters.

I shared Tess's story on my page. She will be walking with her squeaky ball if anyone wants to join her at Brook Run Park tomorrow.

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