muse
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Writing Again
My muse unleashed, unfettered,roams the grounds like a dog in heat,whimpering, whining, trotting from tree to tree,eager, alert, responding to every new sight, sound, scent,gathering sensations, collecting,distracted always but distilling everything. She returns at dusk,sweaty, tired, sated,flops beside me on… Continue reading
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Trying to Write
1.I apologize to my battered muse,once again elbowed asideby in-crowding concerns,loud and demanding,like rich American touristsinvading by the busloada Mexican villageright at siesta. She shrinks and retreats. 2.My mind is too noisy and busyfor the careful, considered crafting of words,which,… Continue reading
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Dialogue with My Muse
My muse returned,and so I asked,"Where have you been?" Waiting here beneath the din. Waiting for the crowds to pass. Waiting for the wounds to heal, the edges of the cuts to seal. "But I'm… Continue reading