The weather inside

Sometimes your thinking can make you cry,

sometimes your crying can make you think.

The next time you've got writer's block

Go back to your childhood and adolescence,

whether meadow or minefield.

Consider

the distance you’ve come,

what you’ve discarded or continue to carry

and why.

Take a running scrawl at

what’s in the room

or cornered in your heart.

Be alert to the world. Note

the veins of a leaf, the bank teller’s fingernails,

what the people seated at the next café table

are saying to each other.

Remember that you’ve got a vocabulary.

So have dictionaries, billboards, headlines and traffic policemen.

Words are everywhere.

Let a few wander onto a black page.

See whether they react to each other.

If not audition some more.

Words are building blocks

which can be toppled, rearranged, reassembled.

Throw some over your shoulder,

see how they land.

Return to the circus arena

of being playful and precise,

balancing words on the tip of your nose

as you jump through flaming hoops

in rehearsal

for opening night in a new town,

far from where you’ve written before.

Consider this

You can rest

in the shade of a tree,

but not

in the shade of an axe.

My zen answer

You get a grip

when you

let go.

Regarding inertia

As long as you sit on your hands

you won't be able

to applaud yourself.

A writing tip of mine

When placing words

your way,

don’t leave any

in the way.

Away from such vanity

When a man grows a moustache,

his eyebrows want to hide in his ears.