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Note From a Lost Pencil
Bill Simmons

You laid me here

With a bunch of pens

On the white phone clutch,

The one that holds the phone

That no one ever uses,

Surrounded by blank pads

Staring at the kitchen ceiling

With a sharp lead;

I’m ready to go—

Are you still looking for me?

Your bacon’s burning.

—
Bill Simmons, B.A. in English/Philosophy from Fresno State, focus on reading and writing poetry. Mentors: Peter Everwine, C. G. Hanzlicek, and Philip Levine. Read at local colleges, DMACC, and started a writing group with the instructors. Conducted the writing group in Carroll, Iowa, where he lived. He now lives in Fresno, California.

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