The evolution of story
She stands there
blank page in front of her
it’s madness
what she does
plucks one idea
from the thickness
of millions
stacking words on top of it
like a child
or some demented engineer
such a strange thing
this species grown
from one recipe
made the same way
each time
that we should dare
to grow stories
without rules
or a map
trusting
the tornado
of imagination
is enough.