Rainy afternoon

So our little writer's group met yesterday amid the jumbled furniture and Christmas lights at Dave's Coffee. We forgave each other for writing so little since we last met, but we did a bit of scribbling and talking and laughing. I'm working on a poem about three vultures on the beach and Jake seems to know a lot about these hunched over birds.
Oh, and here's a line from a poem by Michael Dickman (in this week's New Yorker) that I read over coffee this morning...

"The invisible floating universe of kisses, rising up in a sequinned
helix of dust and cinnamon"