Put it on paper, on a screen—
no matter, do you best to
see yourself looking back at you.
Hold it close—it comes close:
fact and fiction, shades of truth.
A loping mirror, a lens
slow to focus,
reflecting and sharpening
within a narrow aperture.
All writing is revision, a seeing again,
always a step behind the moment.
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It's haiku time again in creative writing class
Coffee is bitter fuel that brings a sweetness, lifting my spirits. Empty hanging file folders, holding only the hope of less clut...
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How many lenses have we passed through, how many times have we bent in darkness, felt gravity's capricious hand alter our cour...
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Serial monogamy sounds like a crime. A felony, at least. Big shout out to all you lurkers.
1 comment:
Yes.
And again: yes.
Beautiful. Haunting.
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