So, it's been a while, sorry for that. Don't really have a good reason. But I haven't vanished. Some of you, I'm sure, are cursing this fact.
But I have a reason for this post. I just posted a deal on my poems page that I want folks to read. It is a lame attempt at lyrics to a country song. And although I use the name Stephanie in it, I am fairly certain it is not a revenge fantasy. For one, it is complete fantasy as I have never robbed a bank. For two, folks who know me well enough know that every woman I've had sex with has been named Stephanie, pretty much making them now out of bounds. And for three, Stef is not quite the kind of girl to go spending winnings from said imaginary heist on cocaine ond mescaline. Come to think of it, neither am I. So if Stef happens to read this, I love you babe, and most definatly am not hunting you.
And to my mother, may I remind you this is fiction. Country is all about hard livin' and hard dyin'.
Anyway, enough with the disclaimer. Please check it out, and tell me what you think. Tell me good or bad things, you won't hurt my feelings. In fact, I encourage honest critique as this will aid in future endeavors.
In closing, enough monkies in a room together can write great poetry.
2 comments:
No offense taken, hon. Though, Agua Parieta was indeed where we crossed over to Mexico that one time =P
Good poetry. Keep it up.
Stef
No more bards for you...or suffer the fate or Elan... and by the way, I'm not sure you should be reading Frank Miller before you write poetry! The results are a bit dark! Good stuff though -BG
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