Her Words
Open mic poetry night was the last Friday of every month. She went Friday after Friday until she found the nerve to share what she wrote. The lights were low; the bar crowded. She pushed her way to the microphone. She read her words slowly the way she'd reversed. It was all mostly a blur. But what a feeling; what a rush. Afterwards, he found her table, bought her a drink, and told her, "Wow, you're talented."
So she joined him in the cab. Later she wished it all had been a blur.
Happy Easter!
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Published on Sunday, April 23rd at approximately 5 PM PT
As part of the Literary Festival Active Pass celebrations, I will be giving an author reading at
11 pm
at Mayne Island library
I plan to arrive at the library before 9 am and leave at 4 pm. I don't want to miss a second of this special day.
