Sunday, October 30, 2005

A poem

...mounted, in brushed-steel letters, on a 30ft-high wall. Yeah, that's my new dream. Mind you, it would be far more interesting to mount a replica of an edited page from a manuscript. I'm picturing one page of mine in particular that was recently sent back to me from my editor. I can see it now: a wall of brushed-steel text, complete with brushed-steel circles, strikethroughs, arrows and notes. Brushed-steel question marks.

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