|Posted on March 7, 2014 at 2:50 AM|
& When I set up, sit down,
To write the next great American short story.
I have a drink,
Strictly to get the juices flowing.
& when the river halts, I flood it.
& when the dam bursts & putting paper to pen went in vain,
I celebrate my humanness.
It’s a give and take.
For the river always flows poem to paper;
Rarely story to paper.
But when it flows,
It is beautiful.
Originally published by Page & Spine on 03/07/14.