so these lines fell
sudden lamplight down
an ink-dark hall
half-moons, like truth
cresting,
my eyes round
the fallowed path youth
in marrow blossom
the bone-field bursts
like-lines narrowly
wresting
half-light from
furrows memory
-ca
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(The title comes from a line by poet Tomaz Salamun. As soon as I read that line, the process of becoming in writing swirled in my mind. Not just the growth process for us as writers, but the process of the poems themselves. From that initial spark, that a-ha moment, the memories, through to the stepping back to breathe a bit. At times the images grow with such fury that they almost write themselves. Though, just as often, we work endlessly to free the form from the rock, digging for bones. )
About the Creator
CA
Sound Engineer, Poet, sometimes-composer.
"Tell all the truth but tell it slant" - Emily Dickinson.
It Only Took One Minute.......
It only took a minute. I was sitting at the computer in my office when the phone rang. I picked up the receiver and then laid it down my desk as I went to find the student who the call was for. Within seconds I was back at my desk, ready to resume typing, when I heard the student yelling obscenities at me for listening in to his call through the handset that was still lying on the desk. Sick and tired of the lies he was spewing, I was up running down the hall, ready to kill him. By the time I reached him, I had calmed enough not to hurt him, but as I turned back towards my room, I knew that I couldn’t go on like this any longer. The decision was clear. I had to leave.
By Gail Wylie4 days ago in Motivation
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