The Fourth.

Contained. Nine months in ma’s. Flushed out into a world this one could be the fourth mistake.   A bird. Singing a song for another. That childhood was a wasted, redundant replay. One day, he opened the music box He found nothing but the weight and warmth of a pocket knife. Loyalty.   The bird … Continue reading The Fourth.

Should I say “thanks?”

Soon, I'll be posting the poem, The Fourth. It's original title was "Phoenix" and it's one of the rejected poems... but who cares? Me? Me. It's one of the 'no, we can't accept your works right now.' I've sent some poems and fiction works. Of course, some were accepted, some not. That's the perks of … Continue reading Should I say “thanks?”