but in reality I would rather sit it out and fill the grout
in the wall with words with tired fire and empty sand like hands like soap
opera hourglasses that can’t last that counteract the education we pay our
nation though even as the deadlines live on and the short stack grows tall
there’s a call that’s wild and an herb that’s mild milk mint moss and other
glittering alliterations through really I started to mean the smell –
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
justme
side note
While this blog's original purpose was to keep myself honest in my practice of doing daily justwrites-- 10-minute freewrites from some unusual starting points-- it has meandered to occasionally include other sorts of writing, to address other goals, and to even include other authors. Now, its main function is as a sort of verbal/ thought outcropping in public view. These are not polished pieces, and most are completely rough drafts. As some pieces may be developed through revision, your comments are most appreciated.
No comments:
Post a Comment