I was grilling kielbasa on the patio while my son and klee kai were walking around the yard. My son called out do you have a poop bag and I was like I always have a poop bag. My future epitaph:
here lies John
semi-beloved
always had poop bags
The juxtaposition of birdsong and gunfire. One of those birds is aptly haunting.
John Chmura
Watch the eyes!
She’s trying to protect the house but she’s a little tired. Turn up audio.
Video
Do you need glasses to see it?
It’s so disappointing to find out you’re rejected by seeing others post links to journals you didn’t know had been published yet. I well understand that editors can be inundated, but I think they should make it clear in the submission guidelines whether or not to expect a response.
Merril is multitasking, as she often does. First she is reflecting, and then she is fighting fascism!!!
