By Bruce Levine
I haven’t written anything yet today. Is something wrong? Do I have writer’s block? Heaven forbid! I’m not even sure what writer’s block is. Is it an excuse for not writing or is there an actual manifestation of impotence?
Whatever the reality I’m determined not to have it.
There! Now that I’ve said it and I’ve written it down it becomes its own oxymoron.
Why isn’t it self-evident to everyone then? Am I the only one who sees that I can’t have writer’s block if I’m writing this?
Oh, well … I’ll leave it to the shrinks to figure it out.
Bruce Levine is a 2019 Pushcart Prize Poetry Nominee. He writes “because he MUST.” His work is dedicated to the loving memory of his late wife, Lydia Franklin.