Creative non-fiction

It’s going to be,

a beautiful day,

I just know it,

the patch of sky,

I can see from,

my desk,

is very blue.

As I was checking,

my emails,

this morning,

out of the corner,

of my eye,

I saw an add,

for classes,

creative non-fiction.

My first thought?

What the *&** is,

creative non-fiction.

But,

then,

I thought,

isn’t this blog,

creative non-fiction.

I think,

it may be.

A person,

very dear,

to my heart,

asked me,

recently,

how much is real,

how much is not.

Is BB, real?

The answer is,

of course,

she is,

and,

of course,

she’s not.

I don’t know.

I think I may have,

found my answer,

blogging,

and,

indeed,

life,

may all be exercises,

in creative non-fiction.

What do you think?

Later girls,

BB

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Bookish Butch

I am a bookish butch in my very early fifties. I live in Montréal and always have. I used to run a small used bookstore. Reading keeps me sane. My latest jiggie is photography, book project in the works, living the dream

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