If I Bother to Look Up

This is where I'm writing, if you are looking for me.

The Living Room Autumn 2014 Photo By E. Howard
If I bother to look up, this is the view from my desk, where I work, over my left shoulder.

I often don’t look up, because my head is “in the game.”

I may be found checking FB now and then, or pausing to eat hummus and watch a segment of Graham Norton, featuring Samuel L. Jackson in a “I am Not Laurence Fishburne” t-shirt.

But most of the time, I’m behind the front curtain, at the table I bought in the secondhand store in North London.

Jessie curled at my feet; half a year, the front door wide open.

I am lost in work: poems newsletters news stories letters chapters all criss-crossing each other like contrails.

It’s perfectly all right, however, to ring the doorbell, to instant message me to interrupt. I do not mind.

It might take me a moment to climb out of the valley of parallel meanings or dangling research or metaphors. Just give me a sec.

But I am here.

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Elizabeth Howard

Elizabeth writes literary non-fiction, haiku, cultural rants, and Demand Poetry in order to forward the cause of beautiful writing. She teaches and speaks about the rhetorical impact of beautiful writing. A recent transplant to Connecticut, she calls London, Kansas City, and Iowa home. 

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  1. September 23, 2014 at 1:19 pm

    This is all good to know…

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