You see, I had printed some poems for a spoken word event at a local wine-bar-jazz-joint call Riley's on the Square.
One of the poems was titled 'Brave.' It was slightly more revealing than I usually write, and I almost left it at home. Nah, I thought. I'll bring it along and read it if the crowd seems receptive.
Then the miracle happened.
I was sitting at a red light outside the venue, monsoon rain falling like meteors on my sensible Japanese SUV, checking my e-mail. I scrolled past the usual garbage and landed on a response from Chantwood Magazine. Kristi wanted to publish TWO of my poems in July. One of them was 'Brave.'
Thunder crashed like a miracle smacking me in the forehead from a God who knows how dense I am.
You better believe I read 'Brave' at the event. The small crowd liked it. And it stopped raining.
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