Thursday, June 18, 2009

Embracing My Shit at Foundling Review

When I first submitted "Embracing Your Inner Shit Pile" at Foundling Review, it was simply the word "shit" repeated 500 times.

But the editors saw something of value through this very literal shit pile, and asked that I wipe away a few of these shits to see what would happen.

I thank them for playing with my shit. I thank them for allowing me to play with my shit.



Shit pile.

Happy week, y'all.


j said...

What a load of...Hang on, is that a buttercup?


Mel Bosworth said...

nice, j. very nice.

no poet here. you poet.

xTx said...

the smell of horse manure is one of my faves....up there with the smell of gasoline...i love pumping gas.

Mel Bosworth said...

you said "pumping." heh heh. and "gas." heh heh heh.

You said "pumping gas."

Anne Rettenberg LCSW said...

but Mel, you are a poet!

j said...

HA! See, I'm not the only one that thinks so:-D

Mel Bosworth said...