Lights Out

Like everything else, writing has its seasons. From what I gather, most writers try to write something every day. But sometimes there are lulls (we don’t call it writer’s block or even mention that 😉). But even lulls can be fruitful to the imagination.

Below is poem I wrote about not having anything to write (there’s some irony for ya!). This poem is in my latest book, Event Horizon.

Lights Out

Sitting in bed,
head tilted back,
eyes closed.

Night touches down;
I can feel the blank
of space
all around.

It is at my door:

near zero degrees.

I have nothing
to write.

With the click of a lamp
the room vanishes.

Published by mrteague

Teague McKamey lives in Washington state with his wife and two children. Teague’s poetry has appeared in several journals and in self-published books. He blogs at and In all areas of life, Teague desires that Christ may be magnified in his body (Php. 1:20).

2 thoughts on “Lights Out

  1. That is the meta game that I’ve used to get myself to write too—to write about not being able to write. Clears the blocks right up, most times. Great on you for Event Horizon. It’s been more than a month since the release now. Hope it’s been going well for you!


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