turns out my husband hates poetry. Huh.
well, 'spose that's why i have a blog.
is there is someone out there actually reading all this tripe i'm writing? Hello?
i guess i'd like to think, in the most narcissistic corner of my little heart that someone reads, and possibly doesn't even think it's all complete crap.
i'll probably keep up with this, at least until the blogger gods decide to destroy my little space here. even if the only person who gets anything out of it is myself.. and of course you, Katie.
7 comments:
Well, Mary, I'm here. Like all bloggers I love comments and enjoy sharing them with others. I love reading your poetry and am sad your husband is not a lover of the form. So please, as long as you keep sharing, I'll keep reading.
P.S. The other day, I was picking dog hair out of my casserole, and I totally thought of your poem.
I read too. I enjoy it. So please keep writing.
-Chow
Yor kul and yor riteeng iz kul. i lik et. keep goeeng.
Hey, I just wanted to say I responded to your comment but then realized maybe you might never come back to my blog and I had to let you know that that is SO CUTE that your oldest says "what I am, is tired of jam". Made my morning!!
the other katie's reading too. and loving it. :)
don't stop writ ing (like don't stop believ ing). i love it =)
You know I love reading your beautiful thoughts! Keep making those happen!
P.S. my friend got a tattoo across his chest with the words "I am but one small instrument". Funny that I was just thinking about him, when I came aross that quote on my blog. GO JIMMY EAT WORLD.
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