X No Longer Marks the Spot, inspired by a workshop prompt, is intended as a letter to an entity no longer in the author's realm of existence.
* = Brand baby-butt-spanking new!

* = Slightly altered, see if you can tell what changed.

= Already appeared here, but worth reading again.
This is what's next! Everything post-Death Loves a Drinking Game can be found (in increments) here. The oddity of online publishing being what it is,
however, I cannot promise that this page will be stable. I do promise to try to put fresh poems up here whenever they're not out attempting to garner the
attention of editors' eyes elsewhere.
from
Dumping Grounds
January 2013 - xx/xx/xxxx
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