Type and Sting

These sore fingertips sting, typing text on touchscreen, keyboard, strands of words, pushing a lit imprint in tap and thump, in round and square, in black glowing space. Everyday those fingertips type—on laptop, on smart phone, on desktop, against the backs of my sons in hello and goodbye, against the full of my upper lip, against creative beginnings and failings, starts and stops, sentences. I tap thumb against index finger while listening to swinging cymbal, thinking, thinking about my next line.

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Categories: Writing

One Comment on “Type and Sting”

  1. May 11, 2013 at 4:38 pm #

    The process of creativity knows no boundary, and must, by design move forward. Like a Mother giving birth, once the process begins, it cannot be stopped.

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