“Write what you know,”
my teacher said they say.
But what did I?
I didn’t know what I knew.
Tag Archives: writing
Cri de coeur of the writer
If a pin drops
in the forest
and there’s no one there to hear it,
do I even exist at all?
Night writing
While I write others work
One polishes a car.
One cracks an egg.
One sprays ammonia
on a cabinet of glass.
One sweeps.
One wipes.
One mourns.
I could call this blog
Wearing your insides on the outside
Or, The news no one notices
Utrecht Journal 