What if America were to stop

Poem

7/11-01 Maribo. On the bus.

html, 8.04 kb.; doc, 29 kb., 14 lines, 59 words.

On my way to Maribo Folkehøjskolen. This is my 'activeering'::::a way of keeping my unemployment hidden. I'm learning Flash and have open internet access in my main line of study, which is cool. The rest of the time I'm painting (though one week we were basket weaving). I stopped painting when I was 15 years old. I was under the foolish influence of myself::::thinking I was painting in 12 dimensions. Now, a beginner again, all I can muster is a series of shortcomings.

Poem funny enough I think to send off to RealPoetik, and I have also incorporated it into a short story written for Random House's short story competition. I'm cheating::::you're supposed to be a resident of USA, so I put my sister's P.O. box. But I'm desperate... the winner will have a manuscript looked at by Random House editors... I need a break soon. Applying to the Red Cross to work as a janitor in one of their camps on South Zealand... I'm praying...

Handwritten, white notebook.

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What if America were to stop