We are not afraid that we are weak, we are afraid that we are strong...

“There came a time when the risk to remain tight
in the bud was more painful than the risk
it took to blossom.”
~Anaïs Nin

If we open ourself to blossom then we risk the indignities of exposure, and in that naked state, the bees who pollinate and seed us with new ideas.
Then of course we die as flowers must. leaving a scrap of ourselves pressed in some poets book, or a seed on the un-turned ground waiting for fertile weather.
We must as artists, do more to cultivate the future of our craft.
What child, at the the circus, does not wish to walk on stilts, juggle flaming clubs, or ride upon elephants?
If writing is to survive as a craft, then we must inspire a younger generation to balance on the wire, making every line count.

wcw