We all sat 'round the table and she had
picayune remarks to say about our
poetry and art. This coming from grad
student. We so expected less sour
words and thoughts. We encouraged each other
with books and stories, with essays and blogs.
We are close as kin, sister and brother.
Sometimes we love, sometimes we are at odds.
But always we are in this together.
We share car rides and cabs, buses and trains.
Committed in any type of weather.
In good health and bad health, happy and pains.
We write out our feelings, ready or not.
We write through the days, be cold or they hot.