by Carla Joy | Mar 3, 2018 | Archives, Prose
A Hidden Gem Today I subbed for a 5th grade class at a small school nestled in a low-income neighborhood on the south east part of town. Stray dogs wandered the streets as I pulled into the parking lot. There were no painted murals of mascots on the gray, cement...
by Carla Joy | Feb 27, 2018 | Archives, Poetry
Columbine Nursery Rhyme Oh, Johnny brought a gun to school His teacher cried, “You are a fool! I also have a gun,” she said And shot dear Johnny in the head. Then little kids cried out with glee “We love a school-wide shooting spree! There’s really nothing now...
by Carla Joy | Feb 26, 2018 | Archives, Uncategorized
I spend many late afternoons at a local bookstore cafe, watching the customers study, relax, and relate. I am often reminded of other writers—Hemingway and Fitzgerald—who frequented the cafes of Paris and gained inspiration from their clientele. In my own humble way,...
by Carla Joy | Feb 26, 2018 | Archives, Poetry
This poem I shared at last month’s Open Mic Night at Dagney’s. If you enjoy hearing poetry from all ages, and all walks of life, I invite you to come out next First Friday at 6:00 pm at the downtown Dagney’s ( Eye and 19th I believe). The casual...
by Carla Joy | Feb 26, 2018 | Archives, Poetry
Four statuesque Sisters stroll in the cafe Ebony elegant In slim jeans, boots and backpacks One’s t-shirt reads “Act like a lady Think like a boss” In bold white letters On a black background They order four grande frappuccinos Drape themselves around two...
