Channeling Russell Edson

Last night my writing group did a miniature study of the poet Russell Edson. I have become a big fan of his over the years, taking a trip into the absurd and coming back with a refreshing new view. (A few favorites here, here, and here.) I also like dabbling in his style. This is what I wrote last night:

The Humbled Sun

The sun got a self-help book for Christmas and realized 

that it had spent eternities demanding to be the center of attention.

It stepped out of orbit 

and delivered a sincere letter of apology to each planet, 

even pouty Pluto with the low self-esteem.

The letters were all basically the same--

I'm sorry it was all about me. 

I'm sorry that you never got a chance to shine.

I'm sorry for believing that without me, you would fail.

The humbled sun was so proud of himself, 

and secretly satisfied when the universe collapsed in his wake.

If you're feeling mundane today, spend a few minutes channeling your inner Russell Edson. You won't regret it!