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I write because I can and sentence structure doen't interest me or what verb goes where or when it all makes sense, for I'm waiting for a moment when some entity intervenes and seems to write to rhyme or, time stops and a new idea reaches within to spin me in a different direction than when I entered here. Exactly where am I, anyway? On this machine they call it .... cyberspace. "They" (whoever " " are) have to label every place and every time and every other thing like rocks and trees and a breeze that breathes and does the universe know that it can blow? From the legal tablet lined in yellow its a different space and place where slowly the eraser seems to work its magic or its tragic when it wipes away the best idea of the whole damn day .... While I am here, Exactly where are You? Reading me or is it only another name, another body, another face, another place and we are all the same busily tapping on something called keys ..... as We write because We can.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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Date: 9/13/2008 5:25:00 PM
Amen! Wow! Such a profound piece on writing--such a honest reflection. I'm glad you're back at The Soup even though you haven't posted anything new. You are a very talented writer and will find your muse. Thank you for your kind words on my poem. Karen
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Date: 6/10/2008 1:34:00 PM
I right bcuz I kan 2.Freakin' phonics has me messed up. You write because we enjoy your stuff. God Bless. Vince
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