I am still here.

It is a miracle. I have not had the time to submit writing for publishing as I did during graduate school and before my daughter was born.  Even in graduate school, I had to squeeze in the writing and editing time.

My writing tends to focus on doing the writing and editing.  I’ve worked on a second project since I stopped work on my eight year project, Sons of the Edisto. About four years ago, I started putting together poems. In the original script, they were called “Fractured Snowflakes.” I had some good feedback on the poems, and almost had one of the poems published.

I had some random rhymes in it, which doesn’t work with modern poetry. In fact, returning to poetry at all is a big deal for me because from the time I was sophomore in college until four years ago, I…

Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind (an excerpt)

On seeing the stormy sky
The poet thinks “man must die”.
He sees the young girl bloom
And says “she is destined for the tomb”.
Oh let us gather wild flowers
And not waste our powers
Trapped in ivory towers.
Beware the scholar’s domed head
For we are soon dead.
May our spirit fly

Ere we die
And are lost in endless sky”.

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Darkened stormy skies
Humidity is rising
Rain is on its way

4/3/18

My fourth poem for National Poetry Writing Month.

“Was he clubbable?” they said.
“Indeed, many wished to belabour him around the head”.

“Was he nice?”
“Every man has his vice
Be it big or small,
But let us not recall
Each slip and fall.
For ‘tis true
That he had virtues too.

“And what virtues had he?”
“Most agree
That he pursued his own ends
(Though it must be said that he was loyal to his friends).
He would stand his round
And could oft be found
Pint in hand
As he did stand
At many a bar,
His conversation ranging near and far”.

“Was he a bore?”
“It must be admitted that he made some men snore
But as to whether he was boring,
Those who slept, also had him snoring
With the words they spoke
In ernest or joke”.

“Was he one for the ladies fair?”
“Should I your blushes spare?
Although he (having passed away)

For National Poetry Month in 2003, American poet Maureen Thorson pledged on her blog to write a poem a day for the month of April and invited other poets with blogs to join her. Thorson continues to sponsor this annual project and the amount of participating poets continues to grow. National Poetry Writing Month or NaPoWriMo has spread so successfully through the world poetry community that many now refer to it as Global Poetry Writing Month or GloPoWriMo.

Christine, who has been struggling with writer’s block, is participating in NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2018 to try to get herself back in the habit of writing daily and challenges you to join her. To support all the members of the Go Dog Go Cafe community who are participating, we will be hosting several special features in April to inspire you.

1. On Wednesdays, Christine (and other interested Baristas) will be sharing some of their favorite poems by…