THE SHORT AND
THE LONG OF IT
THE LONG OF IT
Some days I could be writing for what seems
like hours, and I look to read, and there's
little there. Other times, 10 minutes in, and
it seems I've already got a thousand words
and more. All good and solid, like valuable
ore. Something to mine for some other time.
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It's as if I'm never alone anyway : a mysterious
cloak drapes its way over me and shuts out
the airless world and I enter a sea. Some new
element where the air is wider and no limits
are set; the sky is pulsing and alive. There are
gorgeous turtles handing me things, mermaids
and crackers and diamonds with rings.
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The underside of all this is I'm captive and caught.
Nowhere to go but to work and show there. That
mermaid, on land - remember - useless, unable
to go; seeking water but fraught only with air.
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