I’m a late bloomer. I dreamed of being a writer, songwriter, and singer from my early youth… but I got sidetracked. After being diagnosed with metastatic melanoma at age 45, I decided to take my talents more seriously and spend my time doing things that I enjoyed.
I attended a local writers group, and I remember thinking that I shouldn’t even bother with the craft, because it takes so long to write a book and get it published, and I’d probably be dead in a year anyway.
But God was merciful. I’m still here almost four years later. I’ve joined other writing groups, a songwriters group, and I’m taking guitar lessons to brush up on my self-taught skills. I’m performing in local coffee houses, and enjoying life.
Cancer was a wake-up call. Now I’m yawning, stretching and smelling the coffee.
JackieDoss is a member of All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Dearly Departed, Falling Leaves, Flash Fiction, Humour Captured, Pets Are Us, Religious Art & Photography, Short stories - Spherical Scriptings, Travel and Adventure and WMG.
The monks prayed all day. The angels watched all night.
...the tools that we use to draw with
With a whispering hand, / almost unnoticed, / Autumn gently dispels the summer
There’s no such thing as writer’s block. / Don’t let the ink get dry. / Write, write, write, write. / March the rhythm by. / Can a muse refuse a cadence? / Will she just pass by?
Neatly folded into a triangle / wrapped in a plastic bag / sitting on the top shelf / of my spare bedroom closet / is the flag that once / blanketed / my father’s casket.
Sometimes the way you look at me / makes tiny paper cuts all over me.