The Poetry of Cartwheels on Doomsdays...it's a good thing

Writing short fiction is hard for me.  Every idea and sentence wants to evolve into a larger beast that I usually have no control over.  I’ve written short stories before.  I am currently writing another one.  It’s a retelling of the Greek Myth featuring surreal takes on Theseus and the Minotaur and it is an idea that is trying to “novelize” itself. 

Writing poetry is even harder for me.  I lie.  Writing poetry is impossible for me.  I’m not exaggerating.  In an infinite universe of endless possibilities, where every possibility has the potential to manifest itself, there is still probably not one dimension where I can write poetry. 

So when I somehow befriended a writer by the name of John Yamrus, I took a liking to him rather quickly.  I want to be clear: pretentious artists and writers turn my stomach.  I also grow violently ill around writers who take themselves too serious.

John isn’t that breed of writer.  John is a poet.  John is not a poet.  He writes things that aren’t novels and he’s quite successful, too.  While I would struggle to write 18 lines of poetry, John has published 18 volumes of poetry.  Don’t believe me. 
Go here.  http://www.epicrites.org/john-yamrus.html

John’s an artist at crafting short narrative gems, a skill I greatly admire.  His two most current books, (both with catchy titles I wished I thought up myself), “Doing Cartwheels on Doomsday Afternoon” and “Don’t Stop Now!”, are available.  (Pagemaster distribution is also running a promo on both books at http://shoppagemaster.ca/Doing-Cartwheels-On-Doomsday-Afternoon.html) 
Feel free to support him.  I do.  In the short time I’ve talked with him, I regard him as a fellow friend and writer. 

Continue writing John.  Don’t stop now.