"Sit down and put down everything that comes into your head and then you’re a writer. But an author is one who can judge his own stuff’s worth, without pity, and destroy most of it."
Colette, born 28 January, 1873.
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1.27.2014
1.24.2014
So Much for Posting Every Day
1.18.2014
New Words
A lifetime of words foam upon the page,rabid and sweet in their turn.
They come, sometimes easy, sometimes not,
with forceps-like determination.
But they come.
It's the rain that eases their delivery,
the quiet of night, and wine.
While you sleep I leap from thought to thought,
word to word,
throwing fuel on the burner of my voice.
It's hard to sing when your tongue's on fire.
Copyright © 2014 SK Waller
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