Anonymity
becomes us all as we put
our second life first.
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Anonymity
becomes us all as we put
our second life first.
Anonymity
becomes us all as we put
our second life first.
Some days the words spread
smoothly. Other days they stick,
like peanut butter.
I live for numbers.
Check my website stats hourly.
Page view addicted.
I’ve seen the future…
Everyone writes in haiku!
(Look at my blogroll.)
I’m writing during
the day. Quiet house, others
gone. The muse comes out.
At my church they price
too high. Refugees, students
leave empty-handed.
For years I’ve been told
“you’re a great writer.” With that
paycheck comes belief.
Today it didn’t
happen. But I thought it would.
What does Facade say?
Breakfast meeting. Lunch
meeting. Outside, homeless men
plead, Will work for food.
I was first published
in Seventeen magazine
thirty years ago.