My newest book, 101 Ways to Love Yourself (badly): poems about narcissism, may not be my newest book for long.
But for a little while at least. (Alternate titles include Raise Your Hand if You're Me: poems about narcissism, and Laugh at the Narcissist: poems and essays. Like them? Hit the comments.)
Movement has been slow on the editing. Meanwhile: I've started a YA project in the A Mr. Doberman universe. Meanwhile: POTUS wants to blow up the human being universe, where we actually live and breathe.
That's been a little hard for me re: the writing process. I'm not going to lie.
If you want to know more about POTUS wanting to blow up the human being universe, where we actually live and breather, the 15 sonnets I posted last month read consecutively make up a heroic crown. "The Jewel-less Crown" is the master sonnet.
Thanks for living. Thanks for breathing.
Cheers,
Chris
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