Black and White

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A power outage brought the writing group to a standstill, or rather it did for me because the others were able to carry on. Whereas I was stranded, with no way of knowing how long the disturbance would last; what could I do, how could I be in awareness when so clearly among the impermanence.


In any event, the power interruption became the focus for a poetry workshop. I now present you with the skeleton of the session for you to work up your own poetry. 



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