writers block -- unfinished by Angela Thomas i'm having writer's block. you know, the kind where you start writing and suddenly the words seem empty -- sucking mere drops of cola between crushed ice and you end up taking more air than substance. how am i supposed to justify this whirlwind tour, a trip to the entire west coast of my country, days spent meditating in the grand canyon and sleeping away allergies in the desert heat of a border town, wine poured, swirled, sipped, and spit. gourmet delights dancing on my palate, words slipping into a dark, red rock abyss like the leaves of a tree in fall floating to the ground. they no more subsist floating in the air than they are on the ground in a pile of mush. 10/14/2009 Posted on 10/14/2009 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)