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we come to writing as if it were simple

and at times it is; at times painful –

but we come to it none the less –  placing words

on a page blank or otherwise, sometimes

lined, sometimes stained; stained

from years of drinking coffee and lighting cigarettes –

stained from years of visitations in your head,

nagging like a ringing in your ear driving you mad — “write it down,”

it says “just write it down.” 

so you find  paper, any paper, a pen, pour the

coffee – and do as you were told

 (if only to stop the voices)…..”that’s it, write it down 

before you forget”  —( if only to appease the voices )… but they never stop….

and you will simply never stop….



bkmackenzie  2010