A Long Time Coming…

Many moons ago, in the sci-fi sounding year of 2001, I sent a poem off to XY Magazine. I suppose you could call it that. Really it was just a few angsty paragraphs of my feelings, but to my surprise, they wrote back and said they would like to publish it. I've always been a reader, and like most bookworms, occasional bursts of writing would take place in between the devouring of novels. To be honest, I didn't want to be a writer when I was young. I wanted to be a rock star, preferably punk...