Just Four Friggin’ Lines is a poetry series for people who insist on listening with their eyes. And in honor of those who scribble verses like sleezy phone numbers on their palms and wrists, I bleed Just Four Friggin’ Lines of ink. Are you hemorrhaging words? Share your four lines in the Comments below and stop spurting all over your keyboard.
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A recovering attorney, Miss Snarky Pants studied literature, journalism and creative writing at Flagler College. Though her career took her into the scintillating world of contract drafting and negotiation, she continued to write, perform and publish poetry; most recently two of her poems were featured in Karen Rose's New York Times' bestselling novel, Count to Ten. A former Associate Editor for the Florida Bar's General Practice Journal, Miss Snarky Pants has written for numerous local and regional magazines over the years and recently completed her first novel, The Meanest of Them Sparkled. She is currently seeking literary representation. View all posts by Miss Snarky Pants