“It’s not right for me,”
said the big New York agent
about my story.
He wanted an exclusive.
I waited two months while
he looked,
two months after two
years of waiting
on the one with enthusiasm.
“I can sell it!”
she said.
She didn’t.
So I write again,
not query letters,
just poetry, just stories
and I give them
to hearts that need
to hear, like Holy Spirit
gifts and God-love,
not for sale.
Too priceless for tags,
but if someone offers,
maybe…I’ll consider.
so true of life today. if someone offers ill consider. nice modern feel here.
Thanks, Jak. And nice to meet you.
Nochipa