Good things stem from getting something published that have nothing to do with money, which is damn good because I’ve yet to find the money.
Within minutes of remembering that this poem was getting its 15 minutes of internet fame (in which 15 minutes is equivalent to thirty seconds of screen time and a lifetime in archives), a friend told me – offhand, no less – that I remind her of one of my favorite authors. There is no higher compliment than that.
Except maybe that another friend read the aforementioned poem and commented that it was good. He said he liked it, that it was the kind of poem he would read, and this man is a rather picky poetry reader. More than that, he actually forwarded it to someone else. So, maybe that’s the highest compliment.