Story Institute RamblingVerser – Episode 16
Cafe Conversations with Humble Fiction Cafe Writing Group…
Quote by H.G. Wells
Poem from Timothy Russell – Collapse of Summer
Guest Conversation with the Humble Fiction Cafe writing Group:
Here is a little about the group (http://www.humblefictioncafe.blogspot.com/):
“Humble Writers. No, it’s not an oxymoron. We’re a group of aspiring and established writers in Humble, Texas who meet weekly at the local Barnes & Noble to discuss writing, critique each other’s work and drink absurd quantities of overpriced coffee.”
Members of Humble Fiction Cafe include: Chrissa Sandlin, Dorlana Vann, Gary Denton, Joy N. Vyoral, Justin Denton, Kelli D. Meyer, Linda Lindsey, Ryan Sauls, Sharolyn Gales, Sheryl Tuttle, Susan Miller, Theresa Laws, Victor DiGiovanni. Read their combined efforts in Split.
Running Time: 43 minutes 45 seconds
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Aug 20th, 2011 at 10:49 AM
I love happy accidents. In this week’s RamblingVerser podcast, the writing prompt was to think about an author who is struggling and cannot overcome his writer’s block. I wrote this poem just hours earlier, and while it is not an exact fit, I found it coincidental enough.
“Me Change”
I tap the pen on the table, hoping
To jar some language loose.
tap tap tap…
The color off-white is intimidating
While searching for words.
tap tap tap…
Like clouds, blank pages seem perfectly
Harmless to the eye, but meteorites can tell
You that most ideas burn up on re-entry.
tap tap tap…
bite gnaw chew…
Why do we eat our pens while
Thinking deeply? Has the taste of
Soulless plastic ever inspired a
Thought worth articulating?
bite gnaw chew…
Maybe it is like the writer’s version of
A rain dance to the gods of ink during
A suspiciously cruel drought.
jot scratch crumple…
The first word had potential,
The second word was uninspiring,
The third word was amateur,
Better not waste a fourth on this page – it might be a good one.
tap tap tap…
Maybe take a day off today?
Maybe a career change?
Maybe a me change?
I know…maybe a poem about these kinds of maybe’s?
jot jot jot
jot jot jot…
Maybe a dozen poems tomorrow
While using my lucky pen, the one
With all the teeth marks.
- Mark A. Sengenberger