Signs

On our way to pick up pre-made sandwiches from Panera  for our early dinner on poetry night , we passed this tire shop on Bay Area Blvd.

In the  store window it said:

We

Beat

Every

Body

My Dad said" Well, I won't be going in there !"

My stint at the Houston Poetry Fest Out Of Bounds at my local B & N was fairly successful last evening.

No pictures as  we all forgot our cameras.

There was a photog there, but I don't wanna see the results  of any full body shots...

People who are regulars  at the open mic nights  are remembering my poems !

My voice was shaky last night.

I was intimidated by all the more established  poets.

They all had so much more cred than I did.

I have to deal with this and quit doubting myself.

Today I am  working on a "Hurricane " poem.

It's called "Chased".