By Linda McCullough Moore
People are forever saying, Can I read you my poem?
and I say No, my oven’s broken and I have a cold
casserole I have to find a fire to heat so I can
feed a small village else they starve before
night blackens the jungle round them,
plus my leg is cramping probably
thrombosing, and the phone
is ringing with a call I’ve
been expecting my whole
life. But I wish I
could, I like poems
(one lie more).
I mean to do acts
of kindness every day.
And I would if the people
in my life would stop
trying to read their
poetry to me.
Linda McCullough Moore is the author of two story collections, a novel, an essay collection and more than 350 shorter published works. She is the winner of the Pushcart Prize, as well as winner and finalist for numerous national awards. Her first story collection was endorsed by Alice Munro, and equally as joyous, she frequently hears from readers who write to say her work makes a difference in their lives. For many years, she has mentored award-winning writers of fiction, poetry and memoir. She is currently completing a novel, Time Out of Mind, and a collection of her poetry. www.lindamcculloughmoore.com
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