Poetry

Writer's Block Someone asked me, "What do you do when writer's block ails you?" I blinked, surprised. Ideas float around me - in my sleep, the shower, the running path. Poignant lines bewitching titles full plots - I try to keep them. The only thing that blocks my way is Time. a poem by stephanie sheaffer

It seems poetic sitting there with a cup of bitter coffee perhaps a pastry in a paper bag but the barista is bold like seventh grade the man adjacent is talking loudly the doorbell jingles to signal a new customer someone says hello and I lose my line I pack up my cords to go […]