#wriiter

Writing is often treated as a project of making things, one piece at a time, but you write from who you are and what you care about and what true voice is yours and from leaving all the false voices and wrong notes behind, and so underneath the task of writing a particular piece is the general one of making a self who can make the work you are meant to make.

FOG

Think of me sitting in a rocking chair looking old for my age My boots beside me with soles  so worn they lean A green glass ashtray decorates a tiny table, washed clean, unused, no smoke today and the wall behind is a flat and unremarkable grey Easy enough. Right? But if I asked, could you elevate this picture to a portrait? Could you twist this, your routine practice, to show the many eyes peering through the grey wall? the ghost rocking the chair, hair down to her still laden ring finger? Don’t just take my word for it. Know I am wallowing in a cage of swords. Portray my thoughts, my mantra:

“I am me. I am here. I am whole.”