Paper
by Mari S. Adkins
October 8, 2006
The blank page
crisp, clean
thirty-two blue lines
neat, red margins
waiting for the
call of the Muse
waiting for the
inkpen to fall
Bent corners
wrinkled, used
thirty-two blue lines
neat, square writing
scribbles in the margins
no longer waiting
no longer empty
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Appalachian gothic fiction writer - my works reflect a love of literature flavored by the darkness and magic residing in these ancient mountains. In my spare time, I Sim, I TikTok, I journal, but I always have a very strange sense of humor. I have lived away from the mountains and lived deep in the mountains. I currently live in Central Kentucky with my life partner and his cat. The mountains, their culture, their superstitions, their particular magics, will always be in my blood.
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