Mexican Red

I've reached a section in the rewrite where it sort of goes off the rails. I'm struggling to work it out. If it bothers me this much, potential readers will be disappointed.

poem for mama

In October of 1969, I realized I had overlooked my mother's birthday. Brother Sam and I were living in Kansas City, she in Texas. I hurriedly dashed off a poem, modeled from the lyric style of Van Dyke Parks in his fine album, Song Cycle. Sam illustrated it and made a book of it. I may or may not possess the book, but I recall the words.

rose garden
in it roses
pink yellow and red
roses for mama
cut from their soft bed

i thought upon her april birthday
i would send to her a flower bouquet

july -
july -
three full months went by -

mom its me
fretfully
staid the full days go by
ill be there to see you by and by 

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haiku

as winter descends
the grey haze shivers the earth
patient are the roots

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Toying with an idea

I am the inept sort who cannot seem to get it. I know how to self publish without using my own money but I don't know how to market my work and am too poor to hire outside help. So I have set a limit to how long I can afford to keep trying, as I am 77 years old. Perhaps I will start a site, likely a blog, and publish and offer my work for free. There could be a Paypal donation button. There is nothing set in concrete, but it could happen.   

Hollow Planet completed

Except for trying to place it, I have done all I can for this one. So I have to make it happen next for Mexican Red. This latter work I am all but certain will be done through Amazon. Still trying to figure how to navigate all the information to make it happen. I am incredibly clumsy with that end of things.  

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Catch 22

Too Rattled

Between bad news events, family issues, and holiday-hangover, I was forced to take a hiatus from writing. But tomorrow I swear it will be my #1 priority.

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You Can't Win by Jack Black