Writing Again

I’m having fun in these two community ed classes for writing. I haven’t been writing in a long time. I’m back. Here’s yesterday’s fun.

Where I Started 

the leaky house 

the pipes too old to hold water 

the hospital bed the green gown the mask that put me 

to sleep 

the white home with one bathroom 

for four 

and a tree in front I climbed before it was cut down 

for good

the park at the end of the block 

with a burning hot metal slide in the sun

 

and a spinning round metal disc with handles so you could hold on 

for vomiting from 

the pink skateboard I face planted from and never 

rode again 

the elementary school library with a sunken half moon shaped area where the librarian 

read to us 

where the first person 

read to me 

where I fell in love 

with stories and  

fell in love with

the written 

word