Minding your own business. All’s quiet. There’s a noise in the room… you think. Or maybe it’s just in your head. Yeah, it’s in your head.
It’s always been in your head. Where the ghosts live.
Start. Stop. Start again. Stop some more.
It gets old fast.
Writing. Not writing. Writing again. Not writing some more.
It gets old fast. I got old fast. So did the ghosts. Except ghosts stay the same as they were before they were ghosts. The memories of them, unchanged, from when they were new.
Beard wearer. Bicycle rider. Forklift enthusiast.
Poet. Audiobook narrator. Publisher.
My latest book arrives summer of '20.
I became a poet out of necessity when a bad case of writer's block forced me to use smaller words and write shorter sentences. I've written three full-length books of poetry under the name William S. Friday. The first two, A Death on Skunk Street and Between Love and Orgasms are published by Hostile 17 Print, a division of Silver Star Labs. My third, That Year I Died and Kept On Living Anyway will be available in June, 2018.
This space is supposed to be for stuff that doesn't end up in print. We'll see how that goes.
I live near the Pacific Ocean in Long Beach, California.
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What an excellent day for an exorcism. 😁
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No time like the present, right?
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I really liked this, Bill.
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I really liked this, Bill.
I can relate to it.
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Thank you, Ka. I hope it relates to many.
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It’s funny because i was gonna attempt to write the same thing, again. WordPress had me in a loop convincing me that my comment wasn’t “taking.” Lol
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You weren’t yet on the auto-approved list yet. Now you are!
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