Fuck...I am going to be published!

     Finally, some good shit is happening.  I am going to have a half-dozen of my poems published in a book due out in Winter 2006.  One of the poems, “Her Angel” is entered in an amateur poetry contest.  The book and the contest are sponsored by the International Library of Poetry a.k.a. Poetry.com.       There are so many thoughts racing in my head.   I can’t control them.  Since I have a very overactive imagination, there all sorts of scenarios in my head right now.  I am rambling again, please someone stop me!  I am very happy by the news.  I did not believe it at first.  When I received the letter, I was like holy shit is this for real.  Is this a joke or what?  After the initial shock wore off I was okay, this is soooo cool.  I am hoping that this will open some doors for me.  I now have established myself as an artist (I think).  Who would have guessed that a mental defective like me would become an artist? Go figure.  Okay I am minimizing again please someone stop me before this goes to my head.

     You can go to poetry.com and type Coppla, Marie and the list is there.   When my book is published in 2006, I will start another blog dedicated just to my poetry and the book.    If nothing comes of this, I will be happy (not complacent) that my work was recognized.  Fuck, who the hell am I kidding?  I will keep on writing until something happens for me.  There is no stopping me now.  To quote Mr. Seth Frye, “Put that in your pipe and smoke it.”