Friday, January 8, 2010

Ha Ha

I've tried my hand at a couple of humorous poems. They're not ha-ha funny -- more wry. I'm generally considered a very funny guy (all my brothers are -- we grew up trying to top each other in competing rabidly for attention), but humorous poetry isn't exactly my forte. Oddly, my education essays, when they're not slashingly angry, are often quite funny. At least a couple of readers have told me so. (Crap, I'm rambling. I'm also reading proofs for three chaps -- Love Surrounds You Like a Posse in Bulletproof Vests, Music for Pieces of Wood, and Anomalies. I never thought the last would be published. The publisher, MC of FootHills, has had all kinds of health issues at home. I can't believe he's -- we've -- persevered.)

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