I guess there are many reasons to start one. Opinions and interesting views on things, a love of writing, a general need to be heard... Those are good reasons. And I'm sure there are those out there who began as I do now, angry and frustrated and just needing a place to let it all out. There's no need for a smile and a nod here. No need for formalities and sweet whispers of "everything's fine." No need to be more than a pile of words. Angry and ugly and mixed up at its worst. Honest and liberating and real at its best.
And so that's that. I'm sitting here typing because there's no room to scream.
"pouring shapes"
a drinking glass
a saucer
a large mixing bowl
an ice cube tray
a milk jug
a dip in the driveway
it pours, it splashes
it drips and fills,
meeting the demands of each captor
yet somehow remembering
an existence outside of the lines...
a drinking glass
a saucer
a large mixing bowl
an ice cube tray
a milk jug
a dip in the driveway
it pours, it splashes
it drips and fills,
meeting the demands of each captor
yet somehow remembering
an existence outside of the lines...
