Tag: writing desk
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Writing Desk
What’s wrong with this picture? I asked the wall opposite my writing desk. There’s got to be something you can say, I told it. Why am I even still here? I went on. But the wall didn’t seem particularly interested in being anything other than a non-speaking and non-thinking wall, and coming off edgy wasn’t […]
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Writing Desk II
My writing desk is made from unfinished maple. It has a couple of coats of clear stain on it. This is more to protect it than to make it look any different than it does naturally. I’ve written many poems at this desk. I suppose it’s a place to commune with the things I value […]
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Crown
I’ll sit at my writing desk in my underwear and start writing anything because of it, that is, until another urge starts to crown; an urge to stop. But that’s when I know I’m onto something, and when another urge; an urge to continue, crawls back up inside me and starts to sort of gestate; […]
the real subject is always you 