But this one is silent
Except for the sound of rice hitting stone
The fizzy twist of a cheap cider cap
An undulation of coos
And mad flapping wings
I have a terrible habit of never finishing what I set out to write and you know what? That’s fine. For me, writing is a progressive, evolutionary act and so I try to publish in short, first drafts to give myself less of a hard time and the freedom to capture whatever I feel at a given time.
You can follow along on Instagram with the hashtag. I’d love it if you added your own, too.
Photograph by Alexandre Chambon
Photograph by Alexandre Chambon
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