Saturday, November 05, 2005

Block

Picking olives under a blazing, fiery mackerel sunset, the Arbequina drips softly to the net below….

I sit silent, constipated in the lavatory of my mind …..waiting for the words to float by….....

1 Comments:

Blogger DTclarinet said...

What a cute and original way to describe writer's block! I'll be back to see... well, now I can't write those last three words without sounding too personal, but you know what I mean.

after you flush, come and say hello sometime.

November 08, 2005 6:28 am  

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