I recently got a poem published. Is that not a bit crazy?? I was really excited about it for a short while, and then I forgot about it. And isn’t that more crazy? Why can’t we stay in the celebration, or in the contentment of things happening? So here, I’m gonna be excited about it again. It’s a poem that I actually wrote years ago, but then I stumbled across Ekstasis Magazine online, and felt like the poem would be a perfect fit. So, I sent it in, and got an answer that they wanted to publish it within a few hours. It suddenly just had its space.
If you want to, you can read the whole thing by clicking the screenshot below!