Monday, November 16, 2009


I started writing a new series of poems today. What does it feel like when writer's block ends? It feels like somebody has left a hot bowl of soup inside my doorstep on a freezing night. Soup & buttered bread. I feel grateful.

1 comment:

  1. Yay! I'm happy to hear you're writing again, Cynthia. Sop up that good soup with lots of bread.