Listening To Me Thinking While Writing

by Thomas M. Pender

When I write

I hear me but

I think like someone else

Watching me think

And move

While I write

While I live

When I smile

How I walk

And the person who is

Me seeing me as I live

Grabs paper when he sees

Life happen around

Me which I have

Non-purposely become

A living part of

And the writer writes

The life I live

On the paper

Where the life becomes

The words

Which echo the life

Of the writer

Though he is writing my life

And I am really living his words

written by t. michael pender 1/20/95

copyright 1995 T. Michael Pender. All rights reserved.

Ten Reasons I Brought "Rubber Chicken Soup" Back

by Thomas M. Pender

           10)          I have counted all the dots on the ceiling tiles . . . in the entire house . . . twice.

9)            Ringing a cash register doesn’t quite fulfill the creative drive in me.

8)            The uproar and clamor of the American people obviously cries for this weblog.

7)            My laptop kept staring at me, man!

6)            Whenever somebody mentioned “chicken soup,” I would invariably burst into tears.

5)            I’m defying my computer’s notion that freezing, crashing and dying can stop me from writing.

4)            Where else can you find poetry, tens lists, musings on Life’s oddities, family stories and reviews all in one place for the low, low price of nothing?  I ask you!

3)            If I don’t use my brain for something, it’s going to slide out my ear and fall on the floor . . . which is just gross.

2)            For the chicks!  I’m doing it for the chicks!!!!!  (That’s a joke, honey.)

and

            1)            A weblog can’t lay me off!!!!!!