Do not wait for validation
the language at war with currency.
Feast instead on self possession
The stories of the ones before us,
The dreams of our descendants.
Narratives that remind our hearts how to soar.
No one is coming to proclaim your talent rough or refined.
You are your only true nemesis,
a house divided against its productivity.
Do not wait to write.
Not for love, nor money;
Not for attention nor glory.
Do it to heal &
because you are compulsive &
because the story claws at your attention &
because those words weigh down the gut,
& wring them from your core
until you can’t do anything but devour experience
or starve for want of stories
to give your language life.
Live deeply in moments that give to you
the broadest horizons
& make for yourself worlds that
delicately remind us
how powerful it is to reach beyond the limits we
dream for ourselves while we are yet
Forget this advice
& anyone else’s.
You are the best author of your destiny,
is noise you’ve read
to keep from writing.
Genuflect only at the altar of creation.
Not a single thing
will ever match the importance of