Working at Discomfort

Working at Discomfort.

Here’s a challenge for those of us who procrastinate endlessly about some aspect (or all aspects!) of our journey as writers.  For me, my discomfort zone is submissions. I don’t. Or not as much as I should. Often my submissions are safe. I know acceptance will come.  But what about all those wonderful places my writing could perhaps appear, if only I moved outside my comfort zone?

Thanks for the idea!

 

Carol

 

 

Day 4: River of stones: Noticing Norm

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my brother hunches
forward over keyboard
glasses precariously perched,
he peers over them
intent, intense, his brow
furrows in concentration
his fingers hunt & peck.
he will send a letter out
into the world,
his own gesture
of occupy.
of howl.

—cas

My third stone: Sensing

Today, I am asked to consider the senses beyond the visual, what do I hear, taste, smell, feel?

harp thrum-notes of e-reader
waking to the day
counterpoint of clock
tick-talking in time

a crisp mint taste of January air
thick ozone snow-scent,
snow-sent, freezes nostrils and
eyelashes — they glisten in noonday sun

seeking each other’s warmth
fingers curl into palms

–cas

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river of stones: day 2

What do I see in a simple glass of water?

 

cool, clear water. fragment of song
over small pebbles, the devil
spills life on burning sand

inside this ribbed glass, light
stretches words beyond boundaries
parchment and skin wait to drink