Who Am I

A common theme among many of the blogs I follow is variations on the meme that asks the blogger to reveal things about themselves their readers are not expected to know.

I little something virtually no one knows about me is that I was once accused of writing poetry with the following piece of prose, composed in answer to a writing challenge, the nature of which I have long since forgotten:

Butterflies.  Hungry butterflies.

Monarchs.  Swallow Tails.  Skippers and Pearl Eyes.  Metalmarks abound.

Butterflies.  They’re everywhere.  They follow me.  I cannot hide.

Oh so beautiful.  Swarming upon me.  Driving me down.

Butterflies.  Butterflies of doom.

The strange things a writer can find hidden in the depths of their computers archives.

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