Writers' Blocks

when beloved murphy died in november of 1995 / incurable mast cell growths you cd see growing before your eyes my grief was without measure / he was my pal my ally my traveling companion my guardian and protector

to occupy my mind i rebult an old loom and i took the kindling / they were little blocks of wood / and turned them into Writers Blocks during those long cold wintry vermont nights

i grieve for a lost love these days and so :

the Writers' Blocks : Here's what they say :

#1 Control is not a rigid grip but an awareness of choice

#11 It's not the stuff that makes you whole / it's the hole that makes you stuff (this one has a knot hole in it)

#12 Do without thinking / Think without doing