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How To Make A Mountain Out Of A Molehill First you must pick your molehill, now here's a tip The smaller the better, tinier than the tiniest microchip From this speck you can conjure mountainous masses Of soaring peaks dropping into bottomless crevasses Slippery slopes, treacherous overhangs, avalanches Whipped up as quickly as fluffy blancmanges Glaciers forwardly creeping destroying as they go Even if they do it at a speed immeasurably slow The mountain forged from the molehill, easily soldered Can the molehill from the mountain so easily be moulded? I don't think you can hack it down with an axe The best way I can think of is to just relax ↗
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Two things consistently bring me pleasure: hot sweet tea and writing. Which is not to say that either are particularly good for me…I use entirely too much sugar and so far don’t find sucralose to be a good alternative. Also, writing is not a practice that engenders confidence. Quite the opposite. It’s about making yourself deliberately insecure so that you can write the next thing and have it be worth reading. And that’s not even taking into consideration the business end of things, which can make you bitter if you’re not careful… But I’ve spent my the bulk of my life to date figuring out the right mix of fat and sugar in my tea and also, how to get incrementally better (I hope…) at the writing, so I’m not giving it/them up! ↗
There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate. The red rose cries, "She is near, she is near;" And the white rose weeps, "She is late;" The larkspur listens, "I hear, I hear;" And the lily whispers, "I wait." She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead, Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red. ↗
Something about the turbulence of adolescence makes you want to do something creative...I thought as I got older I would stop writing about it, but I find adolescence, and popular depictions of it, very interesting. I like to see where my own life intersects or diverges from notions of what a teenager is supposed to be, or what a black person is supposed to be, or a woman. ↗
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