The OWFI conference was busy, exciting, and fun. I even place in one of the contest categories. I took second place with my short un-rhymed poem "The Job."

Hands, streaming blood red,
Wield a razor sharp knife
Plunging deep into soft flesh,
Spraying crimson drops
Over walls, cabinets, sinks.
Soon, the bits and pieces,
Stuffed into containers,
Will be hidden away.
I sit exhau...

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