Wording is like water flowing naturally between lovely, erratic exclamations.
But when I try to string syllables together in speech or in writing,
my tongue ties or hand cramps
Where is my river?
Is it blocked by debris or stalled?
Mostly to the contrary, the words pass my thoughts,
bursting out my vocal cords.
Like a tidal wave.
Without form or substance!
Only to be halted because my brain has caught up.
Sifting through a deep, endless ocean of vocabulary.
Trying to find the perfect diction
A legible voice, it’s all I ask for.
featured photography by Emma Marino
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