FRIDAY
With its teeth, iron tears and plugs
Wrists that held; healed.
It stills the soles painted with
With its teeth, iron tears and plugs
Wrists that held; healed.
It stills the soles painted with
Well. I’m going for it.
This week is a writer’s conference, when I’ll be doling out book proposals to agents and receiving manuscript critiques. It feels a little like laying down in the middle of I-25 at this particular moment. And yes, one of the proposals is…fiction.
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