Off Topic Publishing "Jim"

Off Topic Publishing, "Jim" was published in July of 2023. I have been ill, and also I'm learning the rules of publishing and want to credit them. They were very gracious to me and I appreciated the fact that they wanted to publish me, even though I was an unknown author. I received an Honourable Mention from them and won that in the Summer Contest. I had submitted the piece to them a few weeks before and thought nothing of it. I had been previously published in an anthology entitled "Quae Nocent, Docent", a book of poetry put out by the Friendly Handshake Press. I was mailed a copy of the anthology from a long time member. At first, I was going to decline Off Topic Publishing, but when I thought about it, I decided to go along with the publishing of my piece. It really encapsulates my feelings around my brother's death and my silent longing for him. We were so close that I have really realized how much I depended on him to boost me up. My life is much more lonely without him. I try to do everything in his memory. I love you Jim ❤️. 

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