Waiting for an oil change, poetry happened. Rewrote it three times while there. Came home and pounded the crap out of it, but I have my first structured poem in a coons age, "What the Sea Sends."
I think it's fantasy. It has witches, it has the dead.
Now to send it off. edit It's off to Andromeda Spaceways Magazine.
2 comments:
Best luck, little poem!
Thanks, Camille.
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