We are a weird species. I know this because one of the prettiest poems I’ve written is about peeing and it’s in a litmag called Taco Bell Quarterly. To read the poem, click here.
Called The Taco Bell Bathroom at Bathurst Street, the poem is about homelessness, what a body needs, the small ways we show kindness – and burritos.
Enjoy.
(edited image – original by Michael McCullough)
H. E. Casson 
you are a great writer
I decided to write a story on daily basis and release one episode per day , I started my blog yesterday and there are no views , I feel so discouraged now , will you please see my post and give me feedback .
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I’m glad you’ve started writing! Keep it up. It doesn’t have to be every day, just don’t stop. It’s like anything else, the more you write and read, the more your stories grow, improve, become distinctly yours.
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