Writer’s Life

A writer is sentenced,

to a life of striving for

Unwritten

A story sits,

Unwritten,

A poem still,

Midnight

Dark lanes,

and dark houses,

Ghosts

I spent the night,

talking to ghosts,

Into The Woods

Into the woods,

where it is wild,

The Last Stand

They looked to the horizon,

the writers,

What Every Writer Needs

There are things,

every writer needs.

Still

Sometimes,

the world seems still,

Placid,

Up North

Up in the northern air,

perfumed by campfires,

Typing

He typed until,

his fingers bled,