Writer's Block by Joanne Olivieri
Writer's Block She awaits the rise of the moon when the call of the wild imbues creative energies waiting to be set free. The notebook paper stares back at her naked, a desolate wilderness desperately longing to be clothed in artistic garb. Her pen a broken instrument with which she holds on for life yet falls dead within her fingers and the paper sits bare, alone clinging to nothingness devoid of essence. With the slow demise of her cerebral fashionista the paper seems familiar as it mirrors the blank corridors of her mind. Sanitized by it's emptiness both mind and paper incommunicado. And the silence is deafening. A quiet oasis begging for the wind to breathe life into this mindless desert, yet the wind stifled and her thoughts stand still going nowhere. Though enticing as it seems this recycled slab of wood pulp lies undistinguished a bare bones form without meaning, just as her mind sits unknown in skeletal remains without ima...