AFTERWORDS

8/22/25- From "C-That Drug Thing"

 Fortunately, I've lived my life with a firm grasp of denial. --gladguru.

afterward: It might be hard to believe, after reading these comma-induced over-claused micro-tome, that I served too many years seeking the perfect haiku, senru, or tanka so that I could grace my Facebook page with a blurb that this or that had been accepted by Frogpond, or Prune Juice, or wherever.

I was with that for years. Something like doing Sudoku or the NY Times Crossword (neither of which I had time or patience for). Mostly what I did for many, many years was to write poetry, usually thirty lines or less. You can find some of it here at torncorners.com or buried in forgotten publications.

The thing is, I once wanted to be a novelist. I had a good start until life and family snatched away my time, and an ex destroyed everything of mine in paper, including my passport and birth certificate. Whatever...

At some point after that, I determined to return to long-form wording. I would do so when I retired. Now I am and I find myself cutting my stories into pieces, being mindful of my so many short-form friends, and knowing full well that even my most ardent subscribers lose interest at about 300 words.