I love this book. Written by the handsome E.I. Wong (his words), the hopefully formerly depressed human of A Narcissist Writes Letters to Himself fame*, Poet Robot is made of exactly the kind of twisted humour I wasn’t sure other people had. It’s about the hilarious cruelty of life, the truth that we are nothing more than monkeys in shoes. The fact that most of us, in those dark corners of our minds that we don’t ever dare show anyone else, all want to kill some of the other people**. It’s human darkness warped into comedy. It also contains the world’s best lesson on the dire consequences of misplaced commas.

Here’s last week’s winner!

Merry Moon

In response to Jo’s Monday Motivation writing challenge: “Smoke”

Tendrils of serpent-like smoke rising.

Thick and opaque as it fills my head with

memories

of relaxing times

painting the blues with my psychological brush.

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*The first thing I thought of when I saw “smoke” was Nag Champa. It’s one of my favorite scents of incense. 🙂

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