Shooting up from the oceans

PROSE FROM THE PENCIL CASE

I first wrote this poem about a writer, tortured by outside forces and unable to write. But the medium of poetry – with its minimal structure – means that each word needs to carry more than its singular weight. I realised the paradox of a writer writing about struggling to write, when it dawned on me that it’s prose for anyone who writes stories in their heads, when they have time to break from life. To those about to dream…

INK IN THE SKIN

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We’re all the same, with or without a pen, syringe, or a gun. There ain’t no genie in the bottle, nor in the magazine.

If you can’t write your dreams, remember to live them. Then maybe someone can write them for you.

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