Wave to Writers’ Bloc
Forgot to mention in the post yesterday that Writers’ Bloc is now closed, which is a bit of a heartbreak as they were surely one of the finest places on the web. My story that was meant to be out in August there never made the light of day because of this, but Foundling Review is picking up a lot of the lost stories and putting them out.
It’s sad news and the editor, Kevin Dickinson, is such a great guy and so damn good at what he does that it’s a true shame to see it closed. I understand, though.
Mostly, I just wanted to say thanks to Writers’ Bloc and Kevin for giving me a chance on stories that no one else believed in. My story Ghoul was almost universally hated, but Kevin saw the beauty in it, saw it for what i meant it to be rather than what he wanted it to be.
Anycase, here’s another chance to read Ghoul and visit Writers’ Bloc.
Thanks.
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Ghoul is up over at Writers’ Bloc magazine, which, incidentally, is one of my favorite little webzines.
I woke up this morning
with a noose round my neck
I took me to the coroner
to see what he suspects
He told me, ‘Billy Jean’
then he coughed and he spat
‘there’s not a man i seen
that don’t quite know
what that oughtta mean.’
Well, I hung down my head
what more for a man to do?
I picked up my noose
waved him goodbye and so long
The day was just starting
but a millstone was lurking
round every corner
behind flashed smiles
Bright sun, naught to run
I found me a treebranch
a fitting crook like a solid rook
where the wind blew less
and the sun shined warmest
Up on that greencapped hill
the whole city gave me a chill
some imperceptible thrill
smiling above the city of shill
I tied up the rope, tight as a will
Hanging here in the cool air
the years, they’re slipping away
like the hours of some lost day
I smile only to show it no more
Wrote that poem on the fly for sillies a few days ago.
