Poems on Ernest Hemingway Seeking Friendly Advice

who had a normal name

Now that October glides into November, we sleep later
till nine, and we do not use the living room heater, sit in the kitchen, watch TV after breakfast.
A light morning meal to break the fast, since we will eat lunch at one o'clock, or there about.
I have taken many nature photos of plants, flowers and
dead white trees no birds would sit on
I have seen birds nesting and their babies learning to fly
most were lucky, but some landed in a puddle and drowned, and the brave ones flying on untrained wings too far where the raven waited ...

Favourite Novelists

Of all the American writers I knew of
some favourites remain, like Theodore Dreiser.
John Dos Passos, John Steinbeck and
Ernest Hemingway. I mentioning him the last,
although I admired his writing, still does
immensely, he was a master, like Dos Passos,
in short sentences, but I disliked his theme
often about hunting and shooting, personally
I think he was a big softy never killed  
A thing in his life. These days if I read a novel
I rarely do – lack of patience- I prefer
the way John Steinbeck wrote. ...

The Writer.
When young, long before the computer was invented,
I rented a cabin in the north of Spain, serious and Nordic
I wanted to be a writer and brought with me a travel
typewriter – you will find one at a technical museum-
ready to stun the world. North of Spain is winter cold
the wood in the shed was damp gave off smoke and
little fire. Daytime not bad a frozen pond and a pair of
skates kept me warm. Nights, however, was cold till
a flock of sheep was seeking shelter I let them in, soon  
the cabin was warm if smelly; mucking out in the...

Open nice and wide,
Just like Ernest Hemingway.
Finger my trigger.

I don't feel creative enough to write a poem right now so I'll just rant I guess. School starts in two weeks, two days, sixteen hours, and one minute and I've yet to figure out what I will become in life. I wish it was as simple as "hey I'm going to be a writer and shit" but let's face it: I need a steady job. I don't want to make that choice, I just want to be happy and not have to worry about rent or anything. The idea of being an English teacher revolts me because it looks as though I have failed in pursuing my dream so now I have to teach other minds to not fail even though some of them...