Finally revising and writing the original material for the release (since it never did get out there) of my first original writing collection
One Nite Pig: Poems (New, Selected, Remastered.) I won't be putting much preview work out until the book is done but looks like the first piece is called
Failed Gifts.
And after reading it again tonight, I have to wonder, just how brilliant and how screwed up I truly am. Oh, and modest. :)
The closing stanza of the first piece:
I hope to live
long enough
to finish this book.Something's not right here.