I tell stories from life fragments -
arranging reality flat upon the page
until it shows signs of order.
Recently, the process has been here in this public space.
Saturday, March 30, 2013
The teacher cut the glowing cord, smiled and said, "You can be anyone or anything you want... except yourself."
So I floated around for awhile, touching and absorbing into spaces around me. Becoming different things, even nothing for a bit.
i'm sorry i haven't been commenting much. We have lost a monster. He was old and prone to wandering about without leaving a note. We've kept a light on just in case he wanders back. One of us sits outside and reads your writing aloud during the night in case he is wandering by and hears us.
i'm sorry i haven't been commenting much. We have lost a monster. He was old and prone to wandering about without leaving a note. We've kept a light on just in case he wanders back. One of us sits outside and reads your writing aloud during the night in case he is wandering by and hears us.
ReplyDelete"We have lost a monster."
DeleteOh my. That is not good. Maybe he will wander back.
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"sorry i haven't been commenting much."
No pressure or hurries, it isn't going anywhere -- other than easy to follow circles.