The Muse mumbles after midnight

Just loud enough to fend off Dreamtime.

I roll to my right side, settle the covers below my chin, listen for the ancient voice of Owl.

Shift to the other side.  Think about publishing a chap book, getting the novel into your hands, making an author’s trailer.

Sometime after 4 AM, I feel for my journal, pad into the bathroom, rummage for the flashlight, let the poem boil over in uneven words.



About cjprinceauthor

I write. I read. I write and read...I listen to raindrops on begonias, talk to ravens, dance with dragons. I practice Tai Chi in a barn, I sleep with earth stones and tarot cards. I celebrate each day. Join me!
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