Writer Crews

Dreaming of Summer Already When summer comes floating in  She’ll bring her carpet bag brimming with a hodge-podge of seasonal honeyed medicines The light of yellow sun will pop out first to shine upon our faces To shine upon problems, those that were stuck in shady places And if I can’t handle the enlightenment she will disperse An umbrella is stashed in her sunlit purse She’s got lotion to soothe and protect me Wind tucked in a pocket to whip-up energy Hot sand for a warm place to ground myself, or warm up with a friend Summer is my mother She comes to tend

~ Writing to Evoke Emotion ~ Hand hovers, hesitates, a shadow on the pale paper below Then dives, a reckless raven into hidden holes, hollows dipping ink congealing into creation Words turn into serrated black claws ripping their way across the white page dark moments exhausting the pen black blood of emotion I should be afraid to write them - but my will is to pull your heart out and show you it beating, dripping, in my pale palm So you may see it feel it perceive the pain that I write My only real fear is that you won't.