Never Lead With a Dead Dog

I wanted to share a piece from Mom today. Enjoy!!

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Angela Beach Silverthorne

Revised, June 2011

Often I write

as if a dead

dog were sitting

beneath my desk.

Trite material,

mundane words,

redundant usage–

writing anything

but what the

guidelines say

and rejection

notices describe

as killers.

I seek to reunite

with the minister

of magic, origins

beyond–feel quill

pushing, pumping

deep within the

mazes of originality.

Often I write of

dying ducks and

flaming cats just

because I can–a

shortcut evoking

emotional responses

on the cheap end

of desperation.

Tomorrow I will

write the master

work on bicycles–

a story so splendid

that you will set

it to music for its

brilliance, eloquence,

puffy pink glow.