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Kevin Michael Vance
Writer - Portland, Oregon
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October 22, 2007
Momentary lapse
Jostling -- jostling -- jostling. Waiting for the mind, the heart, the passion to bleed out; emptying; waiting for it to become, for it to coax, and then, inevitably, play out; waiting for the muscles, the tendons - the fingers - to follow. Skipping -- skipping -- skipping. The rhythm in staccato, plastic taps of exclamation points, commas, vowels and consonants that finally, inevitably, end up in words with meaning, structured sentences of unbridled passion and bloody conflict, fragmented phrases that have pulse and power; a litany, a tome, a rant, a rave- a story.
It'll happen. (It always does.) Just can't stand the waiting, and the longing.
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