THE MUSE DISAPPEARS

So, I’m sitting down. I’m throwing words at a page. They are not forming sentences.

I’m doing the work. Where is the Muse?

I’m reminded of the poet Lara Kirsten. For a long time she posted poems about her inability to write poems.

Eventually she worked through it and began writing poetry about other things again.

The muse is in the shadows of the mind. Throw down your art making processes on your paper. The muse is there.

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