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Cutlery At Odds

A knife made

A cutting remark to a fork

Who looked up and said

“I have a point,

several in fact.

I think you’re on edge

And not really yourself.

The rumour I hear:

The spoon scooped you again!”

The knife then retracted

And quietly said

“I feel so under used,

The world has gone soft!”

“Time will move on!”

The fork then proclaimed.

“You’re just newly minted.

Too soon you’ll complain

Your edge is abused!”

The drawer softly closed

On the bickering pair

As the glass chuckled and stated:

“Half empty or full

I’ll always be clear!”

I’ve done it again!

 

   

Well, I’ve done it again! I have self published a second book. I am quite proud of it. It has more short stories, more poems and this time I am including my quips. I do love a one-liner! Now here’s the thing. I did not have an enjoyable experience with Amazon. I am sure it was just me not understanding the way things are done. So I have decided to do things my way. Be afraid, be very afraid! Hahaha I am sure I can find a way to screw up this up too but what the hell, let’s give it a try!

If you live in Canada and would like an honest to goodness actual copy of the book just email me at quiall@cogeco.ca. I am on PayPal and the cost is $20.00. If you live elsewhere I also have the book In PDF for $5.00. Just email me. Now if you live in Canada and would prefer a PDF copy, that’s just fine. If you live outside Canada and would really like a hard copy, we’ll talk. Shipping could be expensive.

I love to write but I honestly hate the selling part. I have sold a number of copies and people seem to like it so I am emboldened. I hope you enjoy it! Oh, and number 3 is almost done!

 

quiall@cogeco.ca

Actual book $20.00 CAD and I’ll mail it to you

PDF $5.00 CAD and I’ll email it to you

 

PayPal:   PayPal.Me/PERead

Whoosh

Whoosh is the sound

Of a life passing by

But wait just a minute

I beg to defy

 

Whoosh is the sound

That I hear in my head

As I flit between poems

And stuff that I’ve read

 

Short stories and quips

A thought just erupted

Came right to my brain

Perhaps I’ve corrupted

 

An idea for a story, oh wait

That’s a quip

Now whoosh it is gone

Not right for this trip

 

Oh look there’s a sale

On shoes for my feet

A poem about footwear?

I’m thinking I’m beat

 

Perhaps maybe not

As exhaustion seeps in

And I flutter about

That whoosh such a din

 

The words racing by

That I’m trying to hold

A few near my pen

My passion is bold

 

I’ll share my beloved

As they’re whooshing about

These words I hold dearly

Some semblance no doubt

 

Whoosh is the sound

Of a life moving on

Not backward but forward

Cuz my time’s not done

 

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