Fruition-Think of writing as a harvest.You till the ground.Plant.Water.Wait.Apple trees take years to bear fruit.Harvest.Clean.Process.Then you have apple pie.

Release-For yearsthey told you tosit.Stay.Now they open the doorand tell you toget up.Leave.Where do you gowith no oneto show youthe way?

Choice-Judgement.Black coffee acidon an empty stomach.Perception.Cool, clear water.

The Pressure-Maybe one day,after centuries,we can become brilliant gemsin crystal cavesand we will be immortal after all.

Etched In Bone-At night I engrave my bones with poems.Scratching.Carving.Etching.During the day I feel every notch and ridgehidden inside me.I repeat them to myself.In time others will read them tooand know me.