Posted on June 19, 2018
by Linda Lee Lyberg
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“I’m quite tired of beating myself up to write. I think I’ll start letting the words slip out like a tired child. “Can I have a piece of pie” he asks, and then he’s asleep back on the cusp of the moon.” –
Jim Harrison Songs of Unreason
Learning to write with this tainted hand,
this limb of the devil that chose me
I want to tilt my paper, but I’m told no,
that’s not the RIGHT way to be.
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