This blog is devoted to a select group of poets. We're starting with poets from the Ann Arbor area, but, hey, if you're from Detroit, Grand Rapids, Saginaw or the Upper Peninsula, then that is okay, too.
Our goal is to provide you with a prompt every day from which you are to garner inspiration and submit a poem. How to submit will be very easy. Just put your poem or short story in the comments section and hit post. You may not immediately see your post, but it is there under the "Comments" section. You may need to click on "Comments" to see your poem. It is there on another page.
You may need to have a Gmail account to post in the comments section. Most of you do have Gmail, but for those of you that don't it's extremely worthwhile to open up one now! That way you've got a chance to get your work out there in the world.
(note: this week's posts by Mike are dedicated to the Harry Potter Alliance http://thehpalliance.org/ a group of dedicated mostly-Muggles doing good in the world. See you at Misti Con this weekend.)
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ReplyDeleteA single hand went up when Lauren asked for volunteers. It was in the back of the room so nobody but her saw it. The short boy with the light brown hair was new to the group and she didn't recognize his face. She felt bad. She wanted to recognize him by calling him something other than "you with your hand up" but couldn't. She looked at his hand. One of the nails was painted a deep, navy blue. The little finger on his left hand.
ReplyDeleteShe could see that his hand was steady and firm, no sign of hesitation. She smiled. It reminded her of her first time. She'd stepped forward out of line when they asked for volunteers. That time, there had been four or five others, girls she recognized from other meetings, girls she wanted to be like.
This time, there was nobody else with their hand up in the air.
She wondered who this boy wanted to be like.