the blank page

snow on branches

So many ideas tangled together.

Try and track them as they bifurcate, diverge… Others interrupt, approaching from a different, contradictory perspective. Some are brighter, some less so. Some are more established, carry more weight; others taper into nothing. Impossible to keep track of all of them.

So many thoughts and ideas. So many blank pages.

street sign covered in snow

Author: don't confuse the narrator

Exploring the boundary between writer and narrator through first person poetry, prose and opinion

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