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Abigail Mouat   Contributor -- Florida


                    

        Ms. Mouat is a Florida native and grew up in what she describes as vacillating 
           between a middle class and a bohemian lifestyle. She started writing as a teen, 
           and lists such influences as Anne Sexton, William Carlos Williams, Gwendolyn       
        Brooks and Emily Dickinson. As a young woman, she was offered a fellowship
       to Cambridge University to study writing, but had to decline due to financial reasons.  Ms. Mouat as been published in the Santa Fe Review, and in an  
    anthology ‘West Memphis Witch Hunt’ to benefit the West Memphis Three 
    (Ebullience Press). In addition, she has been profiled online by WordCatalyst
           Magazine. She maintains three blogs, one at
http://www. xysea.wordpress.com, another at http://www.myspace.com/xysea  and at http://www.bornagreen.blogspot.com.

     She has hosted and attended writing workshops affiliated with Santa Fe 
        Community College and the University of Florida, and in March completed
            readings at The Bower Poetry Club in New York City, as well as The Barn and
             The Solar Café on Long Island.  She regularly partakes of spoken word nights at 
        the Alachua County Public Library, Civic Media Center and Bar One in 
             Gainesville, Florida.  She is a single parent, mother to an amazing daughter and works for the City of Gainesville.

Ms. Mouat may be contacted  by email :   amouat@hotmail.com







Finger Pointing
 
The guy has gone soft, and we have let him.
We've indulged and coddled, handed him lolly and cake
and smiled at his irreverence, his indiscretions and his figure,
though he barfs in back rooms, shoplifts for thrills and
his credit cards are all maxed out.
Still, we straighten his lapels, offer him a comb
for his hair and hand him his hat
as he does his best to look imposing;
He points a finger at no one and booms,
"I WANT YOU!"
But the shoppers pass him and the police tell him
to get off the sidewalk,
to move along.
There's nothing to see here
Nothing at all.
 
© 2008 Abigail Mouat

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