Today Is Poetry In Your Pocket Day

Today is poetry in your pocket day–a day to delight in, savor, revere, and share poetry.  The concept is simple enough: write down a poem on a piece of paper and shove it in your pocket–crumpled, wadded up, neatly folded: it doesn’t matter.  Just get that poem in there.

Wherever you go today, take that poem out and read it to someone–a friend, a stranger, (strangers love when people approach them with a few lines of verse–trust me)  your mother, the bus driver.  Well, maybe not the bus driver, or save that for a red light.

And don’t tell me you can’t find one:



About JunkChuck

Native, Militant Westsylvanian (the first last best place), laborer, gardener, and literary hobbyist (if by literary you mean "hack"). I've had a bunch of different blogs, probably four, due to a recurring compulsion to start over. This incarnation owes to a desire to dredge up the best entries of the worst little book of hand-scrawled poems I could ever dream of writing, salvageable excerpts from fiction both in progress and long-abandoned. and a smattering of whatever the hell seems to fit at any particular moment. At first blush, I was here just to focus on old, terrible verse, but I reserve the right to include...anything. Maybe everything, certainly my love of pulp novels growing garlic, the Pittsburgh Steelers and howling at the moon--both figuratively and, on rare occasions, literally.
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