So it goes

[rayheinrich]

There was this poet I knew who spent each Saturday and most of Sunday and many evenings
writing 30% of the time and submitting 70% and she got published many times and got 2 books
published which sold almost 100 and 150 copies and then she died and her daughter didn't know
where to send her stuff and I recommended a poet I knew and then he died and his brother threw
it all out and I just found this out but if he hadn't I would have taken it and when I died it would
be sitting in boxes in the attic and my brother wouldn't know what the fuck to do with it.

[just mercedes]

I don't want to think about it. My mother had saved every letter and card I'd ever sent here - a suitcase full, when the house was cleared out. I burned them. I'll probably burn my poems too, if I'm still aware enough.

[milo]

There was this poet I knew who spent each Saturday and most of Sunday and many evenings
writing 30% of the time and submitting 70% and she got published many times and got 2 books
published which sold almost 100 and 150 copies and then she died and her daughter didn't know
where to send her stuff and I recommended a poet I knew and then he died and his brother threw
it all out and I just found this out but if he hadn't I would have taken it and when I died it would
be sitting in boxes in the attic and my brother wouldn't know what the fuck to do with it.

thank god for pigpen - where it will stay forever

[billy]

they'll probably just wipe their arse's with mine sniff sniff

[bena]

I have tons of journals, filled with hand written stuff (which might come in handy since I've lost it all digitally lately.) My kids though....well...my oldest will probably steal some of them for songs. The rest would be put in storage until they rotted I suppose. Doesn't really matter to me, though...since I'll be long gone, it is apropos the poetry should die with me.