My Favorite Author

Poem No. 170

Jan 03, 2024

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I happen to live with my favorite author.

This past week, said author (

) published a delightful new tale on her Substack. It’s an all-ages, cozy sci-fi adventure called Ship Rats, which she wrote as part of

Ben Wakeman

’s “Same Walk, Different Shoes” project.

If you have a few minutes to curl up with some cocoa and a cozy tale, check out Petra’s story. (Yes, I’m biased, but I also sincerely love it.)

Her story reminded me of a poem I wrote this past winter, about the joys of living with a writer, so I thought this was the perfect week to dust it off and share it with you.

My Favorite Author

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I wake to find the wool 
spacesuit of your sweater
draped across your chair,
arms open to the galaxy,

a constellation of crumbs
orbiting your teacup,
and a rocket ship pen

cooling its engines
on the first page
of a new adventure.

Little signs you were here 
in the night,
keeping council with the moon,
creating worlds.

And here’s an image of today’s poem, if you’d like to share it with someone:

A black card with white text, that reads: "My Favorite Author — I wake to find the wool spacesuit of your sweater draped across your chair, arms open to the galaxy, a constellation of crumbs orbiting your teacup, and a rocket ship pen cooling its engines on the first page of a new adventure. Little signs you were here in the night, keeping council with the moon, creating worlds. ~ Adam Lombard"

Happy New Year!

Chat again soon,
~ A

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