Written by some members of the Tuesday Morning Writing Circle on October 6, during the first few moments of our gathering
Gabrielle Vehar
why is it that sometimes
those we most love
make us the most irritated
often just by doing
nothing at all
Leah Grady
how a chair holds you
reminds your body
of being held before
in a mother's arms
or father's, or aunt's
Linda Keeler
the thought of breakfast wakes me
cold cereal
but now, no peaches
so dish up the oatmeal
with seeds and nuts and maple syrup
Marty Blue Waters
little bugs with no appetite for my blood
always welcome around me
hard workers climbing an endless wall
quietly reminding me to refocus
lots to do — lots to do
Sara Robbins
I walk the woods
I still see green above
the canopy my cathedral
I talk to you and breathe it in
you loved this place
Sue Perlgut
72 looms
proving that I am
getting older
moving towards
what? I can't say it
Zee Zahava
after nearly a week
the road crew is gone
all that remains
is the tangy scent
of slow-drying tar
