by Bobi Leutschaft Poitras

Drunk?

Staggering down the long, dark hall,
I tripped over the dog.
Attempting to recall the day,
My mind is trapped in fog.
My insides feel like outsides now,
As to my room I crawl,
Don’t try to help me up because
I might cause you to fall.
This sickness that I feel can’t be
Attributed to drink,
My brain shut down from overload;
I’ve had too much to think.

This is a brief and brilliant example of the 19 pieces read by five of our writers at The 18 October Write Thing. Make a note in your calendar to join us for the next one, 21 February 2024.

Don’t be shy, share your creative activities! Send JPG image(s) to cagac.ca@gmail.com with up to 100 words per image describing some or all of what moved you to spend time thinking about and producing . . . something! Share how/if creativity affects (controls?) your life. Please include title & media for each image.

Writers – we want to hear from you! Send poetry, lyrics, an excerpt. Try to include an image of some sort because that’s the media world we live in. 

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