Morning,

I hope each of your wings strengthened this weekend. I hope your hair thickened and shone back the soft glow of the midnight moon. I hope your bad leg had a good few days, allowing you to take that much needed ramble and howl howl howl at the glassy-eyed stars.

I hope you fully actualized your potential this weekend. I don’t think I did, but I had a time making a go of it.

The good folks over at The Drabble published a newer poem of mine this morning. It’s called “Is This Living?” It’s short. In fact, I wrote it in the margins of the second or third draft of a new novel I was editing a few weeks back.

Here it is.

-A.S. Coomer

Categories: Literature, PoetryTags: Literary, Literature, Poem, Poetry