An Etheree… Julie on her never ending quest to find and write new forms
Pffffffft
helpless
to assist
solutions
float out of reach
There must be some way…
Pause, as if in prayer
From silence erupts nothing
Here the speed of sound moves slowly
Ten minutes later: gritty ghost work
Still brings empty hands, speechless images
See more progress on: write a (sloppy, half-formed if need be) poem every day (or so) during October 2010
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