I am not a writer



I am alexic,

a nonscribe.

A left-brain damaged,

thick-tongued,
aphasic communicator.

A bardless

nonmuse-ical
unromantic.

Ink-poor,

a paper-pauper.

An un-handy

dim-penned

dull-whetted

nib.

-perhaps I may earn a liberal arts degree online, and then call myself a "writer".  I just participated in a phenomenal 1 & 1/2 day workshop at a community college.  Kevin Clark, a Calif. Polytech. Univ. San Luis Obispo poetry professor, bowled me over.

How many of you call yourselves "poet"?

Tuesday Toes: Puerto Vallarta

In preparation for a recent trip to Puerto Vallarta with “the girls”,  my friend Kim painted her toenails caution cone orange.  The rest is pretty clear......

The answer to the riddle on Sunday's Poetry Bus Challenge:  "The Trick" is a Chinese Finger Trap.  (-or a relationship counselor, if you have ever needed one, you'll know what I mean.....)  Some of you got it, weave was the clue.