Yes, There Is a Poetry Club

Fliers posted with that headline summoned me to B-223 this afternoon. Three juniors, three sophomores, and me. All girls. It was fun, nonetheless...I'd had a hankering for people watching. It's refreshing, being thrown into a room full of strangers. No pretenses, no reputation.

Some read original pieces, and another read "A Boy Named Sue" written by Shel Silverstein. This was surprising to me; I only ever knew it as Johnny Cash's hit. Turns out Silverstein was a songwriter...and a good one at that. Poetry and songwriting go hand in hand, I suppose.

A literary magazine is published at the end of every year. I can contribute anything but can't be on staff for another two years. Considering I'm the only member my age, I could soon be the club's president. Sweet.