Since then I’ve worked exclusively in publishing, first for game companies, now in education. I also continue to write, study, and promote poetry. It’s my opinion that poetry used to belong to the people, until academics stole it. It’s high time to steal it back from them.
Cristian says, “I’ve got the bait and tackle,
Dad.” They’re going fishing at the cattle
pond today. Christopher stops to tickle
Ana’s toes while Christine heats the kettle.
She leans against the stove, touches her locket,
smiles like Mona Lisa, says, “You coddle
that child.” “The cockatiels need a new cuttle
bone,” he says, and gives Ana a cuddle.
Spent much of the weekend catching up on author remuneration for Halloween Haiku II. Paying people and sending books feels good. Revisiting the stories and poems (to calculate what’s owed)—and especially rereading those by new writers—reminds me why Popcorn Press celebrates Halloween this way every year. (By the way, we’ll start adding these titles to DriveThruFiction very soon.)
On Killing the Inheritance Tax
Finally the dead
Can relax! Fortunes intact
For their deadbeat kids.