HUM

Sometimes, staring at a blank page makes one force prose unworthy of any consideration.

At times, the waiting brings ripe, juicy fruit.

The kind that runs down your chin, even when taking the most careful bite.

And often, more often than not, the empty, expectant stage that awaits filling up…

is helpless to displace the random images of her.

Images that dance, like a flickering candle - alternately bright and dim, but never out.