At the start
by Christina Crook

Blank page.
Sometimes I greet you, trembling.
you are an honest friend.
You demand nothing and everything of me.
you moor me. wait on me.
Anne Lamott reminds me that
‘Writing is an extraordinary patience…
it begins in the dark.’
So, here I sit, oh darkness, fumbling.
Lend me your hand.
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