Because it can’t be about rape all the time…

A little diversion…

I’m putting together a book of my poetry, to be published by me via my handy dandy canon printer.  I want to have 13 copies ready by this weekend.

Ouch.

So this is my break from that because HOLY CRAP TRYING TO DESIGN A BOOK LAYOUT IN FLIPPING OPEN OFFICE IS NOT EASY AND VERY TIME CONSUMING!!!

For a long time the thought of being published has crossed my mind in this haphazard, would be nice some day, sort of way.  The reasons for not ever actually doing it are simple; money, time and effort.  And then the real reason is, who buys poetry?  Especially poetry from a nobody?  Pretty much no one.  So the cost of publication, the time involved and the risk, the vulnerability, the aching fear of the world rejecting me by not even seeing me… Just hasn’t seemed worth it.

And yet each time I post a poem on facebook people kinda lose their minds.  Not kidding.  It’s sort of silly really.

So here I am trying to figure out how to do a layout in open office.  It’s a serious pain in the ass and I’m really reconsidering my original idea of just printing them out and cutting and pasting then photo copying.  Sounds tedious but believe me, much easier than doing it on the computer.

Anyhow… so… I’m gonna post a poem here.

Because this place is about my survival, so it can’t be about being hurt all the time.  It’s about healing the hurt and poetry has been a life line at times.  So… here we go.

giddy up.

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