Race to the alter
Had a weird conversation with my dad about how he might build his own coffin when he retires. Wasn't sure if I wanted to ask if that could be a father/son project... might be sort of weird. Not that I couldn't use a sturdy pine box for any number of things. It led to a short piece that isn't too bad. Maybe it'll get x-posted. Or just stuck on the Cold Shoulder blog.
Revised a poem I wrote almost six years ago. The original draft (largely unrevised) made the ladies swoon. This new one might make the literary ladies swoon since there was one juvenile line and one redundancy.
Uh, so the reason for the lack of posts here and the other blog and the poem talk is that I'm working on a book. Not a real one. Like a little chapbook or reader of some of my work.* I'm shooting for a completion date in late March... publication date is anyone's guess. There might be a lot of DIY action in it. It's a way to pass the time that isn't drinking.
Okay, so there's some crossover.
-gf
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*The motif will probably be "callous masculinity as a means of assimilation against a backdrop of hopelessness and institutionalized failure where meaninglessness and absurdity ultimately supersede romanticism." Or there will just be a bunch of poop and fart jokes. Probably the latter.