ARE YOU A CLOSET WRITER? Do you write in your brain closet, behind paper walls and a door of intimidation? Can't quite bring yourself to join a writers' group, a comparative litmus of "those people" you secretly want to become but fear to be? Haven't yet read enough books or filled enough pages? Do you retort: "I write but I'm not a writer" or "I wish I was a writer but I can't write." Yup, got it. Join the club. No seriously, join the club! Because here's what I write in my closet.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
2nd Street Crossing
How quiet must I be for you to know what I say.
A void man. He could see in my eyes.
How still must I sit.
Crossing I could not recall what he meant nor asked in his face.
Only did I notice my shoes dim gravel sounds walking away.
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