This is for

the unpublished drafts

the phone notes

the changing of the font

and calling that a poem

the “for what it’s worth I’m sorry”

if sorry could be plural

for existing, maybe

for being there, sometimes

for not being there, enough

for showing up

and talking down

for myself

for others

for hitting “publish”

because your brain demands

at 11:33 pm Eastern Standard Time

that this is right

that this has to get out

that these prepositions

go against everything

that middle school grammar book said

when you read it obsessively

to prepare for a pop quiz

so you could always be the best

on paper, that is

 

but you don’t care

about those silly rules

anymore

 

Que será, será.

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April Showers Bring…

Writer’s block.

I’m currently reading four books at once and composing just as many blog posts in my head.  My golden rule of blogging is when the words flow, ride that wave.  But if writing ever feels forced, it is time to take a step back and regroup.

Owning the occasional frustrations of the writing process can be just as important as what is eventually said.  The right words will come along.  They always do.  Isn’t that why God created coffee?!

Here’s a photo of a cute Guinea pig to tide us over until May.