"Go into yourself. Find out the reason that commands you to write; see whether it has spread its roots into the very depths of your heart; confess to yourself whether you would have to die if you were forbidden to write. This most of all: ask yourself in the most silent hour of your night: … Continue reading Stephen’s Sunday Chat 3/1/20: A Virtual Cafe Connects Writers Around the World, plus Gratitude, Challenges, Reviews, Workshops, Round Up, and a little Rilke
Orange balloon baseball And wooden bedroom stick Collections of treasures For a 7 year old girl with dad Blowing up mattress with mom 10 year old boy treasures This moment collected the Balloons, oranges, and balls. Mom, Dad look for stillness As balls, balloons, and spring- Butt kids find walls safe to bounce From thought … Continue reading THROWBACK FRIDAY: Orange Balloon Baseball, a poem written with my daughter in 2014
After Michelangelo died, someone found in his studio a piece of paper on which he had written a note to his apprentice, in the handwriting of his old age: ‘Draw, Antonio, draw, Antonio, draw and do not waste time.’ Annie Dillard from The Writing Life page 79. Write, friends, write, friends, write and do not … Continue reading Stephen’s Sunday Chat 2/23/20: Evolution of a Cafe, Promoting Podcasts, Writing Workshops, and Veterans.
Silent on Chauncey Creek a peacefulness so complete the voice of each bird, nameless to me now, is as lucid as my own inner song perhaps the respective beauties are incomparable comparison resides in peacefulness, and, thus, unnecessary. I remember writing this one while visiting my brother in Portsmouth, NH. Seems even back when I … Continue reading THROWBACK FRIDAY, Silent on Chauncy Creek, a poem by Stephen
We have had some amazing participation this week with the Promote Yourself Monday and the challenges, but let’s get some barista poetry activity jump-started with this one written while “trying” to meditate... a little bit of Poe inspiration drawn from the Dangerous Thoughts theme... The crow stands watch over me, protects my fate…Or perhaps awaits … Continue reading Crow, a poem by Stephen
I have been reading Thoreau this week, and in the first chapter on economics he speaks about the different clothes people wear like uniforms. Brought to mind this poem... I think he even uses the phrase skin suit. Any rate, sorry Friday, but here's to a little throwback to the Sailor Poet days on Sunday. … Continue reading Skin Suits, Fourth Walls and Lost Socks, A late Throwback from Stephen
Good evening! What a great week we have had here at the Cafe! Last week we saw a wonderful response to both the Tuesday Writing Challenge and Thursday's Promote a Poet and I only want to keep encouraging you to participate in both. This week's PYM was epic with over 200 comments! Next Monday, the … Continue reading Wednesday Chat with Stephen, 2/12
Good afternoon Friends, Baristas, and regular guests here at the Go Dog Go Cafe, a few weeks back I introduced the Level UP Writing Challenge at Fullbeard Lit which incorporated the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge with prompts from Eugi, frequent cafe guest, Sadje, and founding Barista, Christine along with a video to a song I … Continue reading Level UP Writing Challenge, 2/11, Moves to the Cafe!
For Christine: The aroma of coffee invites us Inside we pause to listen Our hearts beat, we are alive Heard by those who gathered. Perhaps I should start writing these quatrains again... hmmm... scratches his chin like an emoji. Stephen began writing poetry as a teenager in New Hampshire and kept at it throughout a … Continue reading In the Cafe, bonus Throwback from Stephen
September 10, 1985 Summertime is gone With it the sunshine There will be a new dawn With it new sunshine Life does not end With one season Look around the bend You will see the reasons Don't forget your new found friends Or your old renewed friendships Never forget our summertime trends Be ready to … Continue reading Always Remember, a Throw ‘WAY’ back poem by Stephen