I sent out work yesterday. Rebecca is right. Send out work often and sometimes it gets published, duh. Then I want to publish a book. Of my poems. Just me. Yeah. I am going to write a poem about dolphins, unicorns, dew drops, mauve and death. Oh, and snow flakes and snakes.
My dumb cat Lola licks me like a dog. Then she bites my sleeve and shakes it. She has a mysterious inner life.