Class night incognito’s

Prose. At last. Prose. At last. How do I thank you for the spankings you’ve handed down.

What did the hand say to the face?

SLAP!!!

Into fruition. My mission to secure a seat at your table. Yes/No? Maybe kiddie? Say it’s so

After a snip it. (You know?) In the Week magazine mentioned the app. (Did it happen like that? Imagine that’ maybe) As similar to a creative writing class.

I thought... What a relief. Because.

Back then. I still had beef with?

Public Speech. And all words used to face the matter. (Teeth Chatter)

And I’d tired at that which once entertained.

Books, beaches, or Babylon etc. etc.

Variety? Yes! Hearing good things. About getting other things of your chest. Remembered twenty five years ago. Writing stories in class as something I did not detest. So the joust of jest. Is/Was for the best.

Imagine That?