Category: Poetry

  • Phase One

    Had a run in with the law Joseph didn’t mean any harm. In fact, that was his first statement. “I didn’t mean no harm.” he exclaimed while being dragged out of the hole he had made in the ground by a surly cop. The police man threw Joseph to the ground and grabbed Paul by…

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  • Writing Group 7-6

    Had a run in with the law Joseph didn’t mean any harm. In fact, that was his first statement. “I didn’t mean no harm.” he exclaimed while being dragged out of the hole he had made in the ground by a surly cop. The police man threw Joseph to the ground and grabbed Paul by…

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  • Writing Group 6-29

    What’s next for the room? After the house is moved, I suppose it will be rerented or sold by the city. I can imagine the Writing Room would make a good back office. It’s not interesting but it has all the amenities an aspiring lawyer or CEO could want. It’s a corner office with its…

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  • Writing Group 5-18

    How I learned to drive The story of my driving education starts with Mr Bo.  Mr. Bo was an older kindly gentlemen of southern extraction with a communication style heavy on the sarcasm who walked with a limp due to an unknown previous injury. The tongue-in-cheek rumor around the school was that he hurt himself…

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  • Writing group 5-4

    What is the one thing you should always have? You should always have courage. It’s something I struggle with. The blank page. The mind that refuses to spin during the spinning time. The metaphorical brick wall that rises up inside that says, “I can’t do this.” when it just doesn’t feel right.  The ability to…

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