Seduced By Big Foot

A poetry evening as I prepare my BB submission, the deadline approaching faster than—that’s it, my brain just clicked off. It’s only 9:20p.m. I believe the MWO intensive (see previous post) made me more exhausted than when I left for the trip, despite naps. The current San Fernando Valley heatwave might also be contributing to fatigue, since living in the city named after a fragrant West Indian plant is actually like:

Living downwind of Big Foot’s exhale.

Or, rather, constantly trying to escape it. 


Note: 10:21 p.m. Dang it. What’s that noise?

About PB Rippey

Writer, wife, mother, grateful. Fiction, memoir, poetry, kidlit (MG), member SCBWI.
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