Sunday, June 03, 2007

Howling at the Moon

Howling at the Moon by Trish Ayers

They wind up like pitchers

at a major league game.

Heads pointed to the ceiling

Tails swirling in unison

They howl at the moon.

Silly dogs, it’s noon

And there’s no moon!

Trish Ayers is a published essayist and award winning poet and playwright (Associate member of the Dramatist Guild) whose plays have toured the U.S. and Japan. She has received three Appalachian Writers Associations playwriting awards and her full-length play, LUMPs was selected for the 2005 Kentucky Women's Playwright Festival. As the recipient of a KFW grant she led a playwriting seminar for Kentucky women writers.

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