The Shine Journal

The Poet's Office

by

Gary Bloom

It could be a white sterilized room
Nothing but a plain wood table
And a cheap pen
A degree or two hung on the wall.
It doesn’t matter
No one comes to the poet’s office
That often, though sometimes
A middle-aged wife
Might walk in
With watery eyes
Wondering where
Her husband is.

Bio: GARY BLOOM has been writing articles, poetry, and short stories for more than 20 years, with credits in many magazines, websites, and newspapers.  He grew up in Minneapolis and has Bachelor's and Master's degrees from Mankato (Minnesota) State University. After working for many years as a computer programmer and database administrator he now writes and fishes full time in Pass Christian, MS.

Motivation: A self-depracating laugh.