Constant Readers and Dear Friends We Haven’t Met, Yet —
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Since Medium does a middling job (at best) of organizing our work, in addition to contributing to ILLUMINATION, I set up my own “publication” just for the sole purpose of organizing my own Stories in a semi-coherent way, whether they’ve been featured elsewhere, such as in ILLUMINATION, or not.
Some of my Stories have been officially curated under #Politics, #Election2020, #Health, and #Humor.
Self-curated Topics (where Medium stories usually go to die) include #Fiction, #Poetry, #Writing, #WritingTips — oh, that sounds deadly dull, doesn’t it? The tags used to be much more specific and interesting, before I caught on that they are really broad categories of things organized according to Medium. Recent stories could be tagged #BreastCancer, #Diversity, #MindTheGap (#GenerationGap, that is!), #Psychology, #Collaboration…
Today’s Story, Weary Bones, is a poem — it’s also #WritingTips, but there are just so many of those, that I tried to present mine in a more subtle, more original, more “show-don’t-tell” kind of way. Sneaky of me, isn’t it? Hopefully, it’s not too subtle. If it is, consider it a poetically condensed version of this prose piece:
That’s enough for now. Do write. Drop in for a visit, any time. Until then, I remain…
Your Devoted Writer Person,
