A small ode to the oh-so-glamorous life of a writer.
STORIES by Carrie Karnes-Fannin Words carried on wind tickle my ears, asking for paper, pen, and time. Stories swirl around, playing dress-up as motes riding on sunbeams. "Be lost in the call” the best writing books tell me. But the call is lost, When my dog grumbles, the old dryer rattles and thumps and the doorbell rings. So night falls before I find paper, pen, and time to catch words on wind Or to see stories dancing in a cloud of dust from my unswept floor.
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