The agent submissions and my first rejection are killing me, but also pissing me off. I know my work is better than so much of the shit that is published, and the resistance I receive, especially from asshole agent BLANK who wishes me the best but gives me zero tips or suggestions as…

PART 1

a mother and a boyfriend grieving in the kitchen where they miss Him. a solitary stillness, an absolute absence of what once was. what’s left is heartbreak and tea in the kettle.

what is there to say? how does one capture the essence, the soul, with only words?

Please, please stay awake
Please ease my pain
I can’t take anymore
It’s all too much to handle alone
I’ve had enough, it’s too tough
It’s been rough yet I clutch to hope
I won’t always mope
That I’ll hang my head up high
And get by with a smile
I know it may take a while
And feel like miles
But this isn’t just talk
This walk, I will do
I just need…

Feeling eh and meh ‘bout the way things are going, that’s to say ain’t nothing flowing. I should have no complaint ‘cause my life ain’t full of strife yet I strive to thrive in being happy but I keep on feeling crappy and as sappy as it seems I’m bursting at the seames my life is one sad scene ‘cept it’s actually really good and I wish it would, but…