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“Dear John:
Concerning your most recent poem… as always, it’s engaging and technically correct, but you’re beginning to sound a bit one-note to me. How about trying a poem that isn’t about other people’s poetry – or, better yet, a poem that doesn’t even mention poetry?”

hi;

i’m writing to you to let you know i appreciate your concern for my literary safety… but, poems are like cookies… sometimes you just get cravings for one particular type. right now, i’m into chocolate chip. that being said, in taking your comments to heart, i went back and checked… i’ve sent you exactly 39 poems, 13 of which are about the writer’s life, or writing. i have no real defense for that. i’m afraid i AM a writer, and the only subject matter i have is me.

however, that still gives you 26 other poems to consider. you can also be happy in knowing that of those 26 poems, there’s not one mention of writing… there are also:

zero unicorns

zero faeries

zero dappled daisies

zero mentions of cutting my wrists

zero use of the words “life sucks”

and zero poems titled Life, Love or Death.

you can also feel confident of finding poems that talk about picking my nose, going to the fridge for a beer and watching my dog take a dump.

thanks for your continued interest… best… always…

john

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