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Writing is Hunting (prose poem) January 7, 2012

Posted by lisadalrymple in First Draft Poems.
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Writing is hunting. Taking cover and waiting for the right time to pull, shoot, eat, and honor. Music is my gun and my table dressing. Seasonings are the objects clipping a wing, trapping a leg. Reverence for the choked emotion in my throat, the ball of fury sub-rib.

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