Books

books A book of vignettes, I think, is sent too late for regrets, some of the writing has been denied by several poetry sites because they are rude and vulgar but right. Not being famous I have to pay for the printing. Like my other books, it will not sell a single copy but wash around the internet like pebbles on the beach, the murmur is not sorrow but the sigh of resignation. I have not always been like this there was a time when I was full of romantic poetry sent them to small magazines, before they were eaten by the internet, and sometimes I had a poem or two published, and it is no longer this way, that´s OK I like writing.