Undo the four screws on the plastic back of the transistor radio. Lift off the square with care. Let the tiny people blossom in the cup of your palm. Hold the music, its weight— write what you see, It isn’t about writing— it’s about opening, knowing. ©2018 Sarah Dickenson Snyder About the Poet. Sarah Dickenson …
Waiting For Inspiration
His obsession for writing was getting way out of hand. The notes alone were pathetically disorganized. Just like his thoughts. Compulsions, really. That's what they were. He'd found no effective way to stop them either. They just went on and on like a fast-moving stream. Funny thing is, he couldn't tell if he was the …
I Wrote A Poem Once While Sleeping
I wrote a poem once while sleeping, Each line flowing into the next, flawlessly fitting, As easy as knitting (remembering Grandma). It was as if I could not stop, I could not fail. Although the words were like building blocks, As if I were erecting the world’s greatest skyscraper, It was not about architecture. It …