by CHARLES J. MARCH III
“No Strings Attached”
On a swing, a young girl begged her caretaker to take notice of her, and as she was about to jump, she said, “Look, Mother, I’m going to fly.”
Would you care if I don’t go to your funeral?
“The Acumen of Social Anxiety”
Somewhere between a handshake and a hug—the phenomenon of greetings & goodbyes.
Charles J. March III is a faux-poet, quasi-writer, pseudo-musician, and counterfeit-artist currently living in California. His pieces have appeared in such places as the Chicago Tribune, L.A. Times, in the toilet, and in the trash. Last year he poured his blood, sweat, and tears into Blood Tree Literature’s hybrid contest, and wound up winning third place. PBS once contacted him regarding his work, but it didn’t work out. Less can be found at LinkedIn & SoundCloud.