If I could fight a war,
if I could fight equally
have a fair chance at
winning or distancing
myself from enemies,
perhaps I'd stand up
for things and perhaps
I'd stand differently;
I'm real with myself
I can't fathom confidence,
maybe could I take
a different stance
and see the blood
the dismemberment
I would see signs
for a worthy fight
This blog is dedicated to the written word. It extols the art of the story, the between-the-scene sub-texts that make up the arc. Congenial is a term I use in all its versatility. I believe, for the most part, each story out of a writer's head is somehow relevant to a story or book they have written or will write. Even occasional poems can be inspired by or be evocative of a piece of prose. In an individual writer's universe stories all are incrementally finer dust from one great star story
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