The Rushing

The Rushing Let’s just sit here and stare at the screen, shall we? Let’s just sit here and stare Thinking nothing, going nowhere Life seems to be nothing But a series of distracting interruptions Destroying any sense of creativity A giant ocean trapped by a dam of crumbling earth How ridiculous is that? Maybe that…

Writer’s Block

Dedicated to all who are right in the midst of the struggle between life and death… Writer’s Block   I haven’t written   Sometimes creativity sits Like a dark black molded growth Against the side of a dead tree stump   But even that tumor is alive Even that blotch of ignorance Is living  …