Sunday, January 11, 2026

poem

 Writer's Group

I’m in a group of other

Failed writers who meet

On Tuesdays in coffee shops

To share our latest scribblings.

You’re not allowed to laugh

Or tsk or scoff when someone

Reads but you can ask questions.

This is supposed to be a safe

Space where wounds are revealed.

Roll up a sleeve

Show me your chest.

I’m the guy who always pisses

Someone off by asking how

It got there, what caused it, and did

It really hurt and they always say

You should be able to

Tell by the shape of the scar


1/11/26

No comments: