Atascadero Writers Group -
2013 and 2012 Columns
December, 2013 The Atascadero Writers Group
Dear one
it is happening again
You cling to me
In fact, you cling to me
everywhere I go
Like velcro
I feel your presence
November, 2013 The Atascadero Writers Group
Fat Cat and the Crows
Some crows were teasing the cat
We see you're getting fat
Come get this fish
or sit if you wish
She pounced and knocked them flat.
October, 2013 The Atascadero Writers Group
Every time I slid the little tin door on the little tin shed, a number of honey bees would appear and fly agitated, mock threatening trajectories around me. I was emptying the shed because I planned on renting a Bobcat excavator to dig out my severely sloping backyard. It would have to move. . . .
September, 2013 The Atascadero Writers Group
The Seeing Eye plant
Keeps watch on fish in the sea
Looks for strange movement,
"Unfishlike activities"
Then reports to King Neptune . . .
August, 2013 The Atascadero Writers Group
Writers
poets especially are
notorious, insatiable, always looking
for something, anything
eyes and ears open for anything
they might use
July, 2013 The Atascadero Writers Group
Like Fishy Paper Dolls
by George Asdel
Seven Sunfish swim
like odd fishy paper dolls
cut from thin paper
by a master of the art
sing loudly as they pass by
June, 2013 The Atascadero Writers Group
My father and I have an understanding about life . . . . I suppose you might say it began the day he made me promise to shoot him on Pulaski Road.
Note: The page on which this column appears is labeled May, but the column was published in June
May, 2013 The Atascadero Writers Group
The Oil Lamp
by Betty Finocchiaro
Last evening the lights went out
We ate by Lamp Light
For a few precious hours
we were compelled to find our way
in the darkness
April, 2013 The Atascadero Writers Group
Remember in my last letter I was telling you about how my life had changed forever?
Well, that was because the Second World War started and I was twelve years old –
I wasn't even a teenager yet -
March, 2013 The Atascadero Writers Group
I've been so scared these past few weeks. I'm so confused I find it difficult to explain, even to you my dear friend. Honestly, ever since Michael was diagnosed with Alzheimer's, I've been driving myself crazy wanting to believe it's only a heavy case of dementia. That kinda makes it more bearable, you know? But I don't think its really working because I wake up in the middle of the night thinking he isn't breathing. So I poke him in the middle of his back until he grunts.He stops snoring and I think he's gone. His snoring has become nocturnal music for me. I forget about the fact that I could go first and then I think about that and don't sleep for the next three hours. I'm driving myself crazy.
February, 2013 The Atascadero Writers Group
Neptune, Roman
God of the Sea and Water,
needs some distraction
from his Godly duties.
January, 2013 The Atascadero Writers Group
Five of SLO Coast Journal's regular columnists happen to be current members of Atascadero Writers Group. They are Richard Hannibal, John Bullaro, George Zidbeck, Rose Marie Zurkan, and Jane Elsdon. Founder, editor, and publisher of the Journal, Judy Sullivan, recently made the group an offer they couldn't refuse. She invited members to submit their work on a monthly basis. Delighted by the prospect, in the midst of holidays and all, they scurried about and sent the following pieces.