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.
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Day 36: Writers Life
https://youtu.be/S9tWh5uwQNY Organizing my poetry folder this morning, I found a little day-in-the-life story from October 2018. It is primarily about the way fickle inspiration for a poem or a short story sometimes comes to you, and if you’re not disciplined enough, it flies away, forgotten forever. Thought I would share it today. A poetess friendContinueContinue reading “Day 36: Writers Life”
Poem: Ink Stained Hands
Read me the paper Uncle Loud enough to hear in the kitchen Touch it for me, turn those pages Aunties and I are cooking the dinner hands must be kept clean. But in your place by the fire the beige recliner squeaks on the back-beat of your rocking, toes slide in and out of slippersContinueContinue reading “Poem: Ink Stained Hands”
shannon p. laws 