Oct 2018
my hands are on automatic, pressing down on clay for three hours
then pinching plastic through wire for another three …creating and creating.
Coiling around the hurt & hiding it in a mount of clay "the kiln will burn it” I say to myself
then pinching plastic through wire for another three …creating and creating.
Coiling around the hurt & hiding it in a mount of clay "the kiln will burn it” I say to myself
My misguided attempts at the time to bury my hurt; run from it. All that remains of that time in my life are short poems like this one. c. 2015
