I'm focusing more on Inkblot as a personal project, an exploration into the relationship between writing and social change. You can click the "Inkblot Archives" tab above to read some of old entries and see how this project began, and I hope you'll take part in helping me discover all of the ways that writing can lead to social change. This isn't something I can do on my own.
I'm excited to go on this journey with you. And now, with this raw poem from this morning's free write, let Inkblot begin its new life...
she wonders what it means, the inkblot on the page,
knows there's no right answer but
imagines bodies rising out of the ink,
dripping blackness like they're peeling away skin,
mouths open in mourning for stories untold.
she wonders who will hear if she tells their stories.
she places her notebook in your hands,
wants to know if you feel the tides change
when you turn the pages,
if you can hear the volcanoes that spew lava
with each new line of ink.
she drips this ink to stain your blood with change,
and she won't stop until it's in your veins.