Poems & Essays

17 Jul

Spilling Forth

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Do you ever feel like the ideas are
spilling out of you,
pouring out of you,
like if you could do it over
and over
and over
you might be an architect
and create walls
or a plumber
and drain sewage
or maybe you would race
not on tracks going in circles but far, far away?
But instead you close your eyes and drink in the sounds of babies
and of love.
You recall the tingling sensations of lips, the scents of the unknown,
and you know it’s for the love of the thing, not for how far it takes you away from, or
closer to
yourself, but how far you can stretch
without breaking
that matters
that becomes a sort of profession,
I mean


Deirdre Fagan is a widow, wife, and mother of two who has published poetry, fiction, and nonfiction in Connotation Press, Corvus Review, Ink Sweat & Tears, Mothers Always Write, Words Apart, and Yellow Chair Review, among others. She teaches literature and writing at Ferris State University where she is also the Coordinator of Creative Writing. Meet her at deirdrefagan.com

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