This book holds the items for the contest I enter in 2019, 2020, and beyond. |
Bad Days After 100 bad days you stop keeping track of the days and begin to praise-- through line and stanza, sentence and paragraph-- the adventures and lost loves of those days. After 100 bad days, you realize your music still plays, that darkness is giving way to light, and the disembodied ghosts of your memories are reforming themselves, are becoming the chapters in your autobiography. Poet's Note: ▶︎ |