What I wrote during a 4-minute writing exercise based on a poem read by the facilitator at a writer’s conference I attended this morning; or, How “From Out Of The Cave” by Joyce Sutphen resonated w...

Moving past indifference toward pen marks and clear urgency that requires little notice or blending of colors. Kiss me she says before she shuts the light reaching for a string not yet pulled while he allows a few more wanderings and wonderings beneath cold sheets not yet warmed by passion. Deaf. Wordless. Signals to complete a thought yet stuck like a penny drowned in inky tar on a splendid day too warm for ice to last.