Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Small Stone, January 17

Storm-sky's so stern it could hang above any of our settings -- the trailer, the cottage, the farmhouse, the balcony -- all the places we've written our story. How do we stop ourselves from turning the page? I want a bookmark, I want to pay the fines and beg for a renewal, I want to hold my thumb in place and reread my favorite passage. I want to lose myself in a run-on sentence and never reach the punctuation. I am dodging question marks. I am clinging to quotations.

(I'm also at Smack Dab in the Middle today.)

1 comment:

~me~ said...

There's so much there in those words.