Ask the Three Little Pigs who really blew their houses down. They will never tell you it wasn’t the wolf but his bitch-ass lamb of a wife. She had caught him scratchin’ in the neighbor’s hen house— of all the low-rent harems, she hated that one the most. The rooster was known to be gay, So his chicks raged out of control every weekend. The flea-infested weasel ran to his boys’ houses for understanding. Of course those fucking ham-hacks gave him a place to hide and smack talk. They never expected her to show up with a homemade flame thrower. You should have seen the look on their sizzling faces! She cackled along with their crackle. What!?! Every lady loves a good barbecue.

Getting this one in just under the wire!

I woke up this morning to some amazing news! It had been quite awhile since I sent out any of my poetry as submissions. The other day I sent out a handful and this morning I had five poems accepted at Saragun Springs! They will be live April14th! So my question for the day is how often do you submit your work? Do you get discouraged or determined when pieces get rejections? And finally, when and where was your most recent publication?

Here is my completed poem for today! Still on track for one poem each day this month!

Someone is Going to Pick You they said and I was so young I smiled a smile of the truly stupid, instantly imagining the many possible Prince Charmings who would line up for me. This one would be blonde, and rich, a work-aholic who could afford to buy me dresses and shoes. That one would be less, but more attentive all dark hair, dark eyes, dark mood. And I would play this game for hours. Days, weeks, years passed. So may hands came and went. Touching, rubbing, pinching, pulling, everything but. Picking me never seemed to be an option. I waited, growing old, growing fat, growing inpatient. The I grew tired, angry, and indifferently independent. I want to go back to the moment of broken promise. This time I wouldn’t smile and drift off into dream. This time I would smirk and spit In their face, tell those liars to fuck off, to just leave me alone.