A poem I opened the window and it all went out. It –the remanence of us The poetry, the novel, the memories. out with a whoosh. I stopped listening. Drowned myself between the legs of a feral woman What am I? Am I a woman left to contemplate life and how I make anything ofContinue reading “I Can’t Hear You”
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Unlocking Your Inner Idea Machine
You are an idea machine. There was a time when I had no idea what to write. That’s what I thought, at least. I searched high and low for the next best story. I started quite a few and abandoned them. The truth it wasn’t that I had no idea what to write. It wasContinue reading “Unlocking Your Inner Idea Machine”
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