Workshops I've Known #2

There was a little poet grouping I went to once in Bloomington before I left forever. It was in a bookstore on Kirkwood about two blocks from campus. There were going to be a couple of poets there that were in a chapbook with my Journalism & English teacher from high school, and I thought he might show up.

Roger's Sample 

Anyway, he didn't show. And he was a lot younger then, probably not more than 10 years older than me which would have put him in his late twenties or early thirties. This is what he looks like now. 

I recall that everyone was very polite and if they criticized my poetry, it wasn't very mean. It was pretty bad stuff back then and they should of told me to go away. This was pre-really sitting down every day and writing every day. I had a stack of stuff that was overly metaphored and a novel I had scratched on for a couple of years. There were a couple of short stories and a few pages from a bad porn novel I decided I would write.

I had planned to go back the next month, but I hitchhiked off to New Orleans