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I'm thinking about putting together a collection of poetry. Some years back, when I had a poetry group, we published two small chapbooks, each of us contributing a few poems.
My own collection is a much more daunting project. Trying to choose from thirty years of poems. Geez. I have  my favorites, of course, but they may not be for everyone. Do I choose a theme? That might help. Would it be oriented to nature? To people? Love? Loss? Fear? Joy? You can see my problem. 

I've been diving into my poetry files, chewing them over and spitting them out. Which is all really procrastination;  avoidance of another project.

Some of you may remember that I was writing a cozy mystery, "What Happened to Harry?" Indeed. What happened to him? Well, following my third draft, I was lucky to have an offer from a published mystery writer, Erika Obey, to be a beta reader. She liked it, overall, she even said she felt it was marketable. But, it needs to be longer, and she felt it needs some sharper 'mystery' added to the suspects. Fair enough.
I've been mulling it over for a month now, and so far....nothin'. Haven't touched a page.
But I have submitted several images of artwork to a call for art from a gallery in Albany, and completed a project I shelved three years ago, a photo book on...drum roll...manhole covers. Yes, manhole covers.

It's true that much can be accomplished when avoiding the one task that ought to be worked on; that seems to apply to housework as well. In my case.
Anyway, I came across this poem, when perusing, so here. 

Feel free to comment by a quick email or even text @ 845-324-2031. 

Babies, puppies, suitcases

I blame winter,

the brown treeless, landscape,

for stealing into my sleep,

shuffling my memory cards,

an unwanted marauder of memory excavation,

bulldozer of reality

impish face of masked consciousness

representing dreams of excess

where there are none to speak of

 

Babies, puppies, suitcases

former co-workers,

both kind and conniving

small baby feet with plump toes

nails like soft seashells

furry dogs offering their soft comfort

doe brown eyes

 

packing clothes, folding clothes

seeing clothes

deciding on clothes

 

which to bring?

Where am I going? Such a universal question

3dMockUp-Paperback-Stack-TableclothNight

..a very good time was had by all,
on February 13th at
Rough Draft Bar and BooksKingston, NY. for the
Local Author Meet and Greet Event.

Books were sold, new peeps were met, and an old friend showed up, with a big hug, thanks to the notice on this site.

Other new poems posted! Click on Poems tab. Scroll to Life and Times

Tablecloth Nights, is available at The Golden Notebook, Woodstock, NY, Rough Draft, Kingston, NY & Amazon.com

Fern Suess writes, snaps, and makes art.  

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