Let's take a short trip back in time... My dear, Brave and Reckless friend, Christine has recorded the first mass-collab from the Go Dog Go Treetop Cafe. Gina has suggested that they be read together as one piece, so below the Soundcloud links of Christine is the combined piece. The list of stanza authors is … Continue reading Spoken Word Renga(s): Solving Lonely Winter Nights and Spring Responds to Winter Loneliness
No PYM update tonight Baristas and Guests... that returns tomorrow... tonight... just a poem by me. When the man found the house in the woods It looked more fantastic then he remembered. All his favorite candy decorated each gable Gum drops and red-hots dotting the eaves Sugar steam whistled out the chimney’s Candy corn bricks … Continue reading Hansel Returns
Where everyone knows your name Smiles invite you in from the rain Laughs send you out again From joy we no longer refrain.
Once again, as PYM wraps up for the week on the East Coast of the USA, 38 comments so far. Across the way, you will find the first wrap up post of last week's PYM. I hope you seek it out and explore 6 of the fine pieces shared at the GDG. Over the course … Continue reading Crazy Writing Thoughts for the Week 5/21
Coffee drunk, we find our hearts energized. Rain beats a rhythm inviting us outside to dance. The voices of Others sing a melody to our soul: Do not sit idle! Do not miss this moment!
As Promote Yourself Monday draws to a close on the East Coast of the USA, we have had 38 "comments" (at the time of writing) and yet another exciting Monday with great writers visiting the cafe. The Baristas have convened and opted to not pick a "favorite" and over the course of this week, I … Continue reading Crazy Writing Thoughts for the Week 5/14
The aroma of coffee invites us Inside we pause to listen Our hearts beat, we are alive Heard by those who gathered. (C) 2017 Stephen Fuller of Pointed Home
Son Today with oil, water and breath I watched the priest Open the soul of a boy To God. As Mine Was A long time ago And many sins past. Now, let’s watch the gulls Take flight from the bay And ask them What water tastes like in the rain And ask them What air … Continue reading You’ll Never Be Alone (for Bobby)
I think it was in between Carver and Dostoevsky When I understood what Dylan Thomas meant by The light breaks where no sun shines, so I Found a heart where no beating had been felt. The blood rushed back like a flood, heart raced Like a youth chasing fireflies around a field. My mind, its … Continue reading The Melodies of Crickets
I will bed in the sand now Let the sun blanket me And watch the gulls Solitary gulls, one at a time Taking flight from the sea Reaching out for the wind To see where it will take them Eyes under the surf for treasure An oyster or a clam or a crab Awaiting its … Continue reading At Last, the Sun