The Work of a Thesis

I met with my supervisor–it hit me like a backhanded slap that I need to work more. But how do I work more? I should spend less time writing a blog. Writing down my thoughts is therapeutic though. It gives me a sense of relief to put things down until I can’t anymore.

The deadline is approaching and submissions for dissertations is coming up. Here is my poem of the day:

A blank screen
snowy fields
fresh linen
feather down
threaded crevices with little sound
the muffled throes of gasping lungs
punctuated arteries
shattered ribs and things
I stifle a laugh
and the mask laughs too

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