I love stories.

If ever I am known for writing, it won’t be for my skills in literary masterpieces. It’ll be for stories.

Bet on it.

There are a couple of longer “poems” in the back of this book that I’m dying to get to. Of course, I won’t flip there to read them yet. I’m not a psychopath.

This poem doesn’t rhyme, and it doesn’t flow. I wouldn’t even call it a poem. It’s a story. With poetic imagery thrown in.

And it’s GOOD!

These are the ones that’ll keep me reading all day long.

It makes me wish Frost had tried his hand at a full length book.