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I would not choose to be a fish,

always staring with jelly-globe eyes.

True, glittering scales are one consolation,

but always the threat of being eaten,

and always (excuse my vanity) that stupid, gaping mouth.

I would not choose to be a frog,

gulping air by the barrel-full each day,

and always the threat–

if I keep my current sense of direction– of

dessication, because I leaped

far away from a blue crystal pond,

and ended up far from any body of water.

I would not choose to be a bird,

for if the human sense remains,

I would never soar too far off the ground, and

would wind up tangled in a telephone wire,

because I have to wonder if both my and a bird’s attention

spans are about the same short length…

Somewhere among the dueling concrete

and greenery;

somewhere among the orchards

and the painted dollhouses of suburbia;

somewhere in the obnoxious cries of the gull,

the wail of the baby, the shoots of light

that grow out of the sun;

somewhere in the deep

blue-black forest of scrawls by the poet,

there is


I had glimpsed the Bird

that flew past my Window,

and heard an infrequent Chirp.

I never suspected, until now,

that bird was Progress-

and I had let it pass.

Black bird

on my mind.

Peck, caw, tilt head

side to side.

Your dark eyes

are black glass- immobile.

On top of my head

your sharp beak jabs

into my scalp.

Blood trails down

like tears, like red slugs.

I sigh. Your talons have grown

into my skull.

I’ll provide nourishment for you,

if you continue to inspire me.

The Spirit- with Her fire Wings-

tries Her very best

to fly upward to my mind,

‘stead of beating ‘neath my breast.

No less an organ

than the cardiac muscle

and sinew

of a regular human heart.

This heart dreamt.

It dreamt of love

in two hands, clasped;

in four eyes, twinkling;

in lips and words, whispered

and shouted,

and gestures and laughter

and memories

that have yet to be made.

Some of these dreams

turned into wishes,

and the wishes became so strong

they turned into prayers-

much like a chick

turns into a fledgling,

than spreads its wings

and flies.

The heart was shattered

by promises

that held as much weight

as stardust,

sweet words

that disguised the taste of cyanide,

and its own dreams

which it believed too much in

and had its natural rhythm disrupted by.

The shattered fragments

of the glass heart

belong to me.

They dig into my ribs

and say don’t believe

too strong

in dreams.

Yes. The dreaded disease that plagues all writers at some point or another: Writer’s Block.

I’ve dealt with this numerous (which is to say: many, many, many) times, the longest time having lasted about two weeks.

So, how does one deal with this? I’m gonna’ have to go back to Bird by Bird by Anne Lamott, for this.

In that book (which I highly recommend) Anne Lamott addresses the fact that sometimes, you just need to LEAVE IT ALONE. Welcome distractions. By this I mean go do something else. Take a walk downtown, or visit a park. Watch a movie. Listen to music. Distract yourself from writing anything. In all honesty, this is what works best for me. If you sleep on an idea, or just ignore it and get out there, you’ll find inspiration from the real world!

In these cases, you can always ring a small memo pad, or a notebook, or your laptop, and just jot down whatever you see. Write a description of the sidewalk. Write whatever. You could even eavesdrop and write down what people are saying as dialogue (tip: if you have your laptop or iPod, you can pretend to listen to music by putting your headphones on, but not actually playing anything). And before you call me out for being creepy, authors do this since Jane Austen’s time, the technique has just been refined.   

Another thing you can try, which is just the opposite of what I previously suggested, is just write. I know, I know, this is writer’s block. It’s where you just sit and stare at a blank piece of paper or your computer screen and nothing’s coming. Hear me out. Sometimes all you can do is just write about ANYTHING. The first idea that pops into your head, however stupid, dull, or all around crappy it may seem, just WRITE ABOUT IT! Heck, you could even write about writer’s block (*cough*), and there ya go!

So what if you write something that’s crappy? There’s always something to unearth, no matter how frustrating it may be to find.