Where the words are

I write this before I start my free-write.
It’s a maze that leads me to the space where the words are.

Clear out
Lift up
under over around between


My poetry mantra

I shut my eyes tight
Try with all my might
To shut myself out
So I can let myself in.

I was a New Kids on the Block fan in recovery when I wrote this. It is so pop song bad. It’s worse than Wilson Phillips “hold on for one more day” How is it I can remember the words to Every Single 90’s one hit wonder, but am constantly in search of my coffee cup/wine glass/phone/keys….seriously…where are my keys??

This handy little ditty pops into my head before every sticky thought and every blank page. I was branded this mantra by a pretty lame 13 year old….but she gets cooler the older I get:)