Red Room Where the Writers Are

You’ve been on
my mind, awhile

Slide
down

a little further
and

we can both get comfortable

Gone are the days of deadlines, exhaustive (and exhausting) research, scholarly discipline, operating within rigid outlines, assembling bibliographical references and inserting pesky footnotes...

I am POET now, see me roam!

Writing poetry affords me the ultimate freedom of mobility and I love it. The dynamics of seeking out ever-changing locales for writing enhances the flow of my poetry from my pen onto the pages of my notebook.

Another form I want to pass onto you is called a "sevenling." J.P. Dancing Bear, the poet and editor of The American Poetry Journal, introduced me to this form.

My in-home office, comfortably appointed with a large desk, computer, printer/scanner/fax machine, an ergonomically correct chair and good lighting, is my word processing and editing space; I call editing UN-writing... http://www.pw.org/content/ana_elsner

Poetry is far behind me now:
I have lost the gift of music,
the memory-hidden silences

 http://the-american-interest.com/ai2/article.cfm?Id=300&MId=14

You thought I was talking about the rained-out picnic food? No-- I meant the fragments of poems and stories that wind up on the cutting room floor. What do you do with yours?

This one's a beauty.

Two of my new poems are up at The Smoking Poet today: