Here is a piece from my upcoming novella, Ghosts Found
Write a poem telling someone off who did you wrong:
Humor and the pen are my mightiest weapons
My nutty taste in art, a calling card
Light and airy cookies are my specialty, and my relaxed and rested style is unmatched
I would fold politely in a battle, I’d rather be a light flower than an absolute fighter
I hate to gather the bitter taste of your envy in my mouth
I’d prefer a cabin-cooked meal any day
I’d rather invent a new language to speak than create an appetite
To sit and eat with you
Call me a wet blanket but I’ll manage dripping water in this blizzard
I’d rather freeze solid in the windy waves than reconcile with you
This chip on my shoulder will last forever
