Nosy Nostalgia

Typically I would find a booth, and hang out with a book, notepaper, and pen. Read, eat, and write. …and listen. My confession to the faithful 67 followers, I am nosy. I enjoy listening to the way people talk to each other, the rhythms, the tone. Two poems came out of this “hobby”. I’d like to share them with you today.

Once

  Once   This morning I woke up angry.  Or perhaps just pissed at everything in general, which, as I write this, realize its pretty much the same as being angry, but feels better to type “pissed”.  It was my second wake up.  I had a wake up at 1 a.m.  I tried to goContinueContinue reading “Once”