The problem, she said, with being a writer is, it's never done. The line never ceases movement even when the end arrives - The ripples created on the mind span an ocean so vast, so incomplete, There's no shore to find, no place to rest. The noise reverberates; The worst kind of one man band. … Continue reading Before the First Draft
WIP
Begin
Enough now. Enough of the stops, don'ts, doubts, blank stares at empty pages. The Death card has turned up for ego - so small yet so loud - a sparrow's cry in a canyon echoing - an illusion of bigness. Peace doesn't live in illusion. Peace is where ink finds paper, and Voice forms the white spotlight … Continue reading Begin
your second hand
your name became a scroll across the bottom of the screen today - followed by dead. needle. arm. and I wonder if at the moment when your second hand stopped you knew the gravity of it, or did it surprise you, too? did your eyes widen and your jaw drop, and was your last thought … Continue reading your second hand
Bonfire
you're erased. not even the ghosted outline remains of your print on this space, and I feel like I should be standing on your grave instead of on the ashes of a life you left with so much ease… I've set fire to you twice now - and found no peace. Even watching the blue … Continue reading Bonfire