Write It Out: Instruction Video
‘Her work, I really think her work
isn’t fighting, isn’t winning,
isn’t being the Earth, isn’t being the Moon.
Her work, I really think her work
is finding what her real work is
and doing it,
her work, her own work,
her being human,
her being in the world.
So, if I am
a writer, my work
is words. Unwritten letters.
Words are my way of being
human, woman, me.
Word is the whorl that spins me,
the shuttle thrown through the warp of years
to weave a life, the hand
that shapes to use, to grace.
Word is my tooth,
my wing.
Word is my wisdom.
I am a bundle of letters
in a secret drawer
in an old desk.
What is in the letters?
What do they say?
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Dedicated, with thanks, to all the friendly people (authors, writers, readers, illustrators, composers, painters, planners, organizers and volunteers) that I spent time with yesterday in Minden, Ontario at their first annual Bookapalooza.
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