A silly idea gone mad, I think. Her teachers saved them, and I have bags of them, complete with drawings on each one. Everyone who reads them says I should try to publish them, but I have no idea where to begin or even if I have a shred of talent. I have written other poems as well. Jenelle G. Dear Jenelle, You hang onto those napkins, and if it isn't clear now what to do with them, it will be clear eventually.
Nobody learns to write poetry in school.
One begins wherever one is and then one continues from there. In late September, two friends and I attended a performance of a favorite radio show that broadcasts live each Saturday from St. Paul. While we had seats scattered throughout the main floor, one of us had a second row, mid-aisle view. After the show, she commented that the trousers of the lead performer were unzipped a significant portion of the time he was on stage. She said she kept hoping someone on stage would notice and let him know.