Here is Friday’s poetry day on this Saturday morning…

I’ve got seven short stories I’m stuck on.

Obviously, my issues aren’t with the stories. It’s an identity crisis. My stuckness is mostly in forcing things to be something they don’t want to be, and lacking the foresight (or being too stubborn) to recognize it. Thankfully, poetry still comes, even if at varying levels of quality.

Ontology is the study of being. Writing, even at its worst, is ontology in practice. It’s giving things ontological status. It’s not going from literary death to life. Characters, scenes, worlds and ideas and are not dead if they don’t yet exist. They are simply un-ontologized.

They don’t be yet. It’s our job to make sure they be.

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Writer Blocks

Should have stayed in bed

Instead I rose enclamped by

Life’s rough manacles

.   .   .

Clanking down the halls

A spirit in heavy chains

Dragging past blank page

.   .   .

Filling empty mug

I pour myself into work

To give some new thing

.   .   .

Some thing from no thing

Ontological status

Exist you bastard

.   .   .

Breathe reality

A risen celebration

Clanking down the halls

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