Excrescences
- At May 14, 2007
- By Bob Howe
- In Blog Posts
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From today’s Get Fuzzy:
I am bloated with steamy wondrousness. My poems are not so much written as they are excreted.
Really, I couldn’t have said it better myself.
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I want to live in a country where Colin Kaepernick is seen as a hero and Kyle Rittenhouse is seen as a terrorist. https://twitter.com/BettyBuckley/status/1330751184605417474
I want to live in a country where Colin Kaepernick is seen as a hero and Kyle Rittenhouse is seen as a terrorist. https://twitter.com/mjfree/status/1330704667907678208
@jerad_alexander Immediately
Rattle posted a very old poem of mine from their archives; 2008 seems so long ago, now. https://www.rattle.com/everything-nothing-by-gregory-cosby/
Thanks so much! https://twitter.com/benjamin_oc/status/1330226078082883589
I blew through the first half of Andy Duncan’s collection, An Agent of Utopia, since last night. I’m hardpressed to think of many collections this varied with such consistently high-quality stories.
30 rejections and won Man Booker. Keep writing! #writerslife https://twitter.com/jeffzentner/status/1329811035147161606
Writers experiencing rejection, please take note. This was a National Book Award finalist and just won the Man Booker Prize.
keikaimalu
Didn’t know you wrote poetry. 🙂
eleanor
Sweetie, it was not in your best interest that I saw that first sentence.
admin
Let’s just say Donald Hall isn’t losing any sleep over my output.
admin
But I thought you liked the steamy wondrousness! And wasn’t that a Barry White song?
eleanor
That’s not the point. Just imagine this: It’s late. You’re almost asleep. The dog is at your feet, a cat is on your head, and a redhead is next to you. That’s when, from out of the darkness, an entirely too cheerful voice exclaims “Steamy wondrousness!”