I have had some trouble figuring out how to do things on this site. I believe it has something to do with illiteracy, even though I am fairly sharp. I am here because Suzanne Murray was kind enough to tell me about the existence of this place. Thank you, S.

I am not used to having ongoing internet conversations, but I have lately been finding myself responding to things I can't stay quiet about. I have written lots of songs and stories and poetry and I look forward to learning more about writing. Here is a poem I wrote that I like and I hope you do too.

Alone at the Station
I'm glad I wore my heavy coat today,
It's cold beside this track.
She won't be coming back,
The 6:15 has taken her away.

I'm glad I brought this old briefcase
In which to pack my heart,
For I wanted so to simply part
With it, and go and hide my face.

But yes, she's gone, and it's for good
Or maybe better, but somehow
This case is heavier now.
I'd have sent it with her if I could.

by Timothy R. Yates