“Feedback”
Test the direction
of the story’s path, listen,
as critique feeds back.
Steve D
Test the direction
of the story’s path, listen,
as critique feeds back.
Steve D
Rage just under skin,
simmering, clouding the mind,
now tempered with hope.
Steve D
Writing fits and starts,
a cobbling of narration
in quiet moments.
Steve D
Clock out, empty mind,
only to fill up again
come Monday morning.
Steve D
Finding the conflict
reveals the story’s heartbeat.
Follow the rhythm.
Steve D
Achieving greatness
for the story envisioned,
not that expected.
Steve D
Castles in the sand
destroyed immediately
by curious hands.
Steve D
Noir and strange collage,
uncommon inspiration,
worthy of dreams.
Steve D
Odd hours and nights
just to keep up with myself.
Who’s paying for this?
Steve D
Three legs, two, or four.
Exuberance not hindered.
Lessons in pure joy.
Steve D
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