Posted in memoir, writers, Writing for healing

Hierarchy

In the writer’s group

the women wouldn’t read each other’s book recommendations

and after two of them moved out of state

they never bothered to talk again.

 

Years went by

in established hierarchy.

What was once said in syrupy hours of attention

disappeared into a silent standoff.

 

Another writing coach urges the buddy system

while I keep silent.

Wondering, knowing

we will never pick up the phone.

 

You first.

 

 

 

 

 

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I'm a writer, artist, and spiritual intuitive. Illustrated journals are my passion and I've been journaling since childhood. I believe in the power of sharing stories together. Working on a memoir.

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