the tree sways in the wind,
leaves drift left and right,
downward and downward,
baby rocking in mother’s arms…
Writing
play until my fingers hurt
write until …
for real though one day youre gonna have to get like one of those desk
I checked out of writing for a while, saying I was tired of doing it, which was true…
Standing up in a crowded room, when everyone else is finding their seats…
You don’t need a muse,
what you need is at least
one person you go do fun
activities with, visit the zoo…
Every good story should include:
a dream sequence
a pineapple, or alternative …
don’t light the fire,
if we bake the clay,
we can’t adjust
the margins or the words…
look,
the other ducks
seem far away…
so i got one of the fountain pen dudes
and was all proud of myself
but now im out of fancy ink….
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