Sunday, April 24, 2005

no accident

I have been transported back to grade six (oddly my most creative year). I have never been more prolific than I have of late. I have written a small amount here, but much I hesitate to post. For a variety of reasons really. Part of me thinks that to publish my poetry would diminish it. It seems I may have spent the last while in neutral space, only visible now in a backdrop of contrast. I keep spilling, I need to spill. It is more a necessity than an accident.

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