“Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal; bad poets deface what they take, and good poets make it into something better, or at least something different.  The good poet welds his theft into a whole of feeling which is unique, utterly different from that from which it was torn.” – T.S. Eliot

I am at my WriteHers’ Group at Monkey Nest in Austin, TX.  My exercise for the night is to create captions for circles.

1.  Moon   
2. Balance   
3. Absence   
4. Charlotte’s pupil      
5. Mistakes   
6. Money    
7. Home