When they say "This opportunity could change your life," usually they mean in a good way.
I'm finishing up a humorous piece (hopefully tonight), but here's a bit of free verse because organization is my mortal enemy apparently.
Seize opportunity while you can. You might not get a second chance.
Okay, I confess, so I'm not a poet (I know, shocking), but I wrote a "poem". And it doesn't start out with "There once was a man from Nantucket..."
Do I enjoy working as a copywriter? Usually. But some days, I'd rather have bamboo splinters shoved under my fingernails.
Here is another chapter from my unfinished book tentatively titled Not Helping. It chronicles another facet of addiction. I wrote this a long time ago, but recently got it into shape. Hope you enjoy it and bring on the comments.
This piece is written by Basilike Pappa, a Greek poet I like.
Here is a chapter of the memoir I've been working on dealing with my brother's addiction. Hope you enjoy it.
A piece of flash fiction for your enjoyment. 'Mike rolls into L.A. His hatchback, his hermit crab shell, is packed roof high...'
Trembling over her, afraid to touch, Marcus never saw her face. Her chestnut hair is what he’ll remember. And the crimson nimbus of blood spreading across the asphalt. She had barely squeezed into the last space ahead of him. The tail car of the accelerating trolley, snapping around the corner, flung her carelessly from the …