Cereal: Here is that (Juice III) poem, finally:

Unwritten

I want to write you
a love poem,
answer the whisper of your breath
with delicious metered lines;

Want to wrap you
in warm
words: the heat from your
fingertips melting
in thick couplets;

Want to feel the shape
of each syllable rounding
your tongue, spilling
from your lips;

I want to write you
a love poem
But you turn,
and hungry hands devour
your flesh
as my pen
clatters
to the floor.

Instead, I have a brain full of characters and plots and odd little scenarios that play out in countless ways, all day long - almost as background noise.

Oh, Steph. That was completely sweet.

the heat from your fingertips melting in thick couplets

Niiiiice.

Yes, Teppy, and Brynn. Good, and very different writing from both of you.

What would you put in a little bio that comes out with a (snarky) book review? Because it's going online this month(yay!)I mean, my e-mail, just in case, but apart from that.

erika, how little? I mean, word count on the bio, approximately?

You know, I didn't get one yet. D'oh, guess I'd need that first. Thanks, Deb.

I got a postcard yesterday informing me that the little devotional meditation I submitted a few weeks ago to a magazine that publishes such things is being held for further consideration. IOW, I cleared the first hurdle and avoided outright rejection, so I'm pretty happy. And it gives me the encouragement I need to keep submitting stuff, because, hey, at least I got a nibble.

Totally. Good for you, Susan.

Damn right. Keep it flowing.

I got a rejection slip from the Atlantic.