I came across some notes from a poetry workshop given by Texas poet Lianne Mercer: Writing is a physical thing. Let is spill out and get somewhere. Don’t think. Keep your hand moving. Have few expectations. Admit you don’t want to write so you can get past it. Be willing to take what comes. Be curious about what might come. Pause and breathe….. Good advice about more than writing.
And here’s a poem I wrote in that workshop set in the wonderful Hill Country of Texas…..
I had a boy’s body once
slim and lithe running forward
then blood came
and breasts and a burka of shoulds as old as Eve
making me a girl
waiting on a man
I come to read your blog and I am always astounded. The poem is…wonderful!
My writing mentor, also a poet, taught me over and over again that every word counts. How right you prove her to be.