Often I've pondered what it would be to have a conversation with a prominent, deceased author that I admire. What if I could have been good friends with this person? If you could jot a quick note and slide it under the office door of any deceased author, who would you choose? What would you say? What questions would you ask them?
The following is my note to Edgar Allen Poe.
My friends and I gather 'round the house on Saturdays; some drink themselves under the floor boards, others sleep it off behind the stucco wall.
Please, do join us! Our conversation will surely drown out the throbbing of their infernal heart beats.
Yours in Prose,