Writers Cafe

Writers Cafe

and in the end,

we may all leave

one last poem on the table

and under the dirt

in our box of afterlife

it will say

"posted two days ago"

erin-cilberto

10/28/23

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Now despite the morbidity of this post that last line did make me laugh out loud. Yet another little meaningful gem Jacob!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, John.
All figurative...
j.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

The cafe so if a fly was on the wall all this time
I bet it could recite
Our stuff by now
Better than any man woman child

Sorry not sure where that came from
Early here

Loved your write Jacob

I suppose if it was a real building a physical place and we were all in the same room there would be a few odd cat fites and fisty cuffs even writers can get bad tempered if the printer runs out of toner
Of course In a philosophical friendly 🧐 way

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I would love to hear how that would sound if the fly on the wall recited our poetry...
thanks, Julie,
j.

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Or a mouse
But he can’t climb.
Thanks Jacob

[Ken Simm.]

Ha and hell yes. And just a few more characters to make 25.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thanks, Ken,
j.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! So true and well articulated. This was powerful. The author might want to be buried with his, her poems and books.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Might just...yes.
thank you, Sami,
j.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! You are welcome sir Jacob.