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.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
dry river
Rocks effacing through riverbed sand. Weaving down a desert stretch. Dry as 10,000 miles of land. Parched, waiting for prayer to fall A memory of water cupped inside hands That centuries before baptized them.
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