Clean Page ParalysisJean Bevis I have .........................Words crowd and chafe each other in my head, then dart and scurry away from my pen, resisting arrest and confinement to paper. I search about for other words, sampling and tasting and considering each, and stand dismayed at their quick escape. I ask, "What is it I want to hold in print--and how? What profound enough for another, after me, to read and value? What is notable enough for others- after me-- to examine and remember in a distant time and place? And now I have the answer to break the blockage and release the flow. Being oldest of my line now, only I can phrase and form the images of life past and loved ones gone--and validate all those family ties that no one else remembers now....And give what I was never given--memories of family on paper. Winter 2001 ©2001 Jean Bevis |