MJ blathers

dark poet who loves to laugh

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big island III

dark plates bob and float on Kilauea lava lake

with brilliant gold-orange burning borders

lighting the cauldron and pinking sulfur steam

like traffic arteries of a far-off city below

glints of brilliance

then sudden eruptions of red-orange

spewed fountains of molten rock and ash

spattered lava blobs

berserk flame throwers

exurberant in spectacular chaos






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hanging in there

One more response from agents and editors at the Willamette Writers Conference, also negative. Many good things to say about the story, but this time my chapters were too linear and expected. Three more  to hear from, one looking at the script and two who asked to see the entire novel. It is well I get so much joy from the autumn colors.