holding my breath and also my tongue
i will be unstrung by my own misgivings
forgiving not our tippytoes
growing higher on hope -- a rope to pull us up
swing freer and forest treer
there are woods we cannot cross
paths that lead to no one knows
at the end of the face spiting the nose
crowing with delight and scaring off the rest
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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.
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