When Writers Disappear
When inspiration strikes you
better not be
in the crapper or out
to lunch unless by lunch
you mean vegetarian
in a meaty park where a player
with invisible hands
tickles ivory tourists
that have lived
here for years fighting
strong in Boston
tanks and tees and what
is this? A dachsund
with an eating disorder
humps this leg
to an empty chair
that may as well be
company so come
to think of it
I don’t give a crap
this tune off
key the dog the chair
have run off who knows
where the war
never ends leaving me
vegetarian thoughts and
a carnivorous
feeling I am
in a staycation
selfie where kissing
cousins question
whatever
became
of him?
Oh, hello
Care to have some tea? A mermaid brewed it
in between storms. If not for the sea
sickness she might have stayed but
what can you do? I have a deck of cards but
the face cards jumped ship and the joker
is bent out of shape. Would you like to hear me
play my harmonica? I know a song a seabird
taught me on dry land. Yes, I think I think I see
two sharks swimming to greet us. I would offer
my hand but it has already been taken
Photography © Allison Goldin
Nate Connors lives in Westford, MA with his wife Suzanne and his dachshund Leo. He likes to write because it makes him feel good inside.
Allison Goldin is an artist living in California. Her work is a collection of spontaneous drawings from the imagination. The most common link throughout her art are the semi-recognizable creatures scattered amongst and bringing together the surrounding doodles.
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