I'm curious and fascinated by the lives of others. What's your story? I always wonder.
As a reporter, my vocation provided the ideal excuse to probe for answers. These days, however, I ask less and listen more. When out to dinner, for example, I almost always listen to the conversation at the next table. I don't crane to hear. My nosiness comes naturally.
Lately, I have put my overactive listening skills to use. By gathering the lines of others and making them my own, I am creating overheard poems.
Happy Hour, Happy Birthday
— overheard at the Embarcadero Lounge
I got my AARP card in the mail.
I don’t need that.
I went to Portland to drown my sorrows.
Thank God, there’s always hair coloring.
I don’t know what happened to my boobs.
I don’t have boobs anymore.
It’s a minus tide.
How about you? It's your turn to show and tell. What's in your ear? On your page?