Tag: writing
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Why I Write
I didn’t start writing poems because I felt the indifference of nature,or soon after my mother diedon a hot September day.I never sat on a stone bench weeping with the blooming lilies and roses all aroundor wrote because something wasblack and broken inside meor to correct the world’s injusticesor any such serious poetic stuff.No, I…
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I Can Never Write Like My Mother
Am I left loving what my mother couldn’t? — writing on patchouli scented paper — words doused in sweet musky earth — unsent letters, all sweet and spicyI laid the stems of letters across wet pages—but they did not take— failed to bloom—I tired of the scent— wished for the beautiful unadorned line— divorcedfrom all…