This is my first poem in a while (I’ve been trying to write only songs, not poems). It was liberating because there are things you can do in poetry that you just can’t do in songs.
One of my writing groups met in an Annapolis art gallery for inspiration. Cindy Fletcher-Holden and her husband are an ice-dancing couple. They also sailed across the Atlantic in their own boat, with their cats. She also wrote a fascinating book about the trip. She also paints gigantic, beautiful, colorful scenes of classic cars reflecting each other.
Bein’ a Slave (flash fiction)