An Upstate New Yorker,43, whose first muse had always been poetry. Started writing silly lyrics hanging in my sycamore at 10. Later went to college for fine arts, drawing is what I concentrate on now. I like to mix it up in my writing and take different approaches- writing poems half-asleep, documenting dreams, cutting up words and picking them out of a hat (yes, I actually use a hat) , to stuff far more literal.)
Chair She Built
Amnesia warms-over
elephants sitting in a circus of chairs.
The music is stopped
& she is not here
no matter how many times I blink.
There, pirouetting
in the company of elephants
refusing to sit.
Wherever she goes,
carrying the chair she built.