I write because there’s something about an echo that feels right. There’s all the white space of possibility in between. There could be something there. A word to start. The way the words are ordered are up to me. They don’t have to be in lanes. They don’t have to go forward.
I know a man, for example, who speaks in circles of ever tightening circumference. If I stop long enough to keep listening, they rise like a small mountain pushing up to the sky. And, he must use that vortex of words that sound all the same to me to tell me something I don’t know.
I write to build the order of my insides according only to my insides which I cannot see. I pull outside references in like a centrifuge, like a tornado pulling boots alongside houses alongside cows. I write so I can feel like I belong to myself so I can belong.
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Love the use of words that conjure great imagery: …pushing up +…vortex, …like a tornado pulling boots alongside houses alongside cows. Look forward to following.
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Thank you for stopping by, Samantha!
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TEG Diez, thank you for the like on my “Three Life Principles…” I’ve enjoyed coming over for a visit with you. I see you were in writing101. Sorry I didn’t meet you sooner, but I’ll probably catch you later somewhere. Hope so.
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Your piece has some lovely imagery and a lot of depth. Thought provoking and beautifully constructed.
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Thank you for the kind words, Millie! They are very encouraging.
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