Poems About Life As A Writer by New Members

Writing, as with life, is more about listening than writing.
Indeed, “listen” and “silent” are spelled with the same letters

Early February 2024

I recently spent four days in a Thai hospital, receiving excellent care in a private room. I had total control so I closed the curtains, turned off the lights and left the damn TV off the whole time. I tell you, walking away from that little silent retreat felt like the last time I visited my sister in Montana. God, I can’t even remember when that was. People fear silence perhaps now more than since the dawn of...

Writing, as with life, is more about listening than writing.
Indeed, “listen” and “silent” are spelled with the same letters

Early February 2024

I recently spent four days in a Thai hospital, receiving excellent care in a private room. I had total control so I closed the curtains, turned off the lights and left the damn TV off the whole time. I tell you, walking away from that little silent retreat felt like the last time I visited my sister in Montana. God, I can’t even remember when that was. People fear silence perhaps now more than since the dawn of...

Writing, as with life, is more about listening than writing.
Indeed, “listen” and “silent” are spelled with the same letters

Early February 2024

I recently spent four days in a Thai hospital, receiving excellent care in a private room. I had total control so I closed the curtains, turned off the lights and left the damn TV off the whole time. I tell you, walking away from that little silent retreat felt like the last time I visited my sister in Montana. God, I can’t even remember when that was. People fear silence perhaps now more than since the dawn of...