Hi Naomi! How has the Soft Exposure been going? I plan to drop by the next reading when I am in town. You might start a discussion in Writing Zoo about it. I mentioned it to Ellen this weekend via email. We have quite a few writers here. Will you be going to the next Lit Guild meeting? Best, Mike

Hi Naomi,
Here's a poem I wrote. Maybe you[ll read it for me, since I'm not in town.

Figurine

They whirled below me, happy, heartless, free,
While I was left alone, all to myself,
They danced, they sang, they even called to me,
I did not hear them, standing on my shelf
Of sorrow, hanging high upn a wall
Of solemn, rigid wood; I watched that crowd
Below me, gliding through their spacious hall,
I would not join them, I was much too proud.
But suddenly my nailed shelf gave way,
I left it and went reeling through the air,
I fell amidst the others, shattered clay,
I looked about, then soon became aware
That once I was too high upon a wall
To feel the joy others in the hall.

by Lois Hudson

Hi Naomi,
Did you ever read my poem FIGURINE?
I'm planning a poetry-art exhibit with a friend here in Houston. We're excited.
Lois Hudson