my thoughts are pointless islands

in an ocean of noise

The compass is broken

‘The horizon is dark

I look to my feet for



the pinprick memories of stars

knotted fates and knotted stomach


I can see my stories. Frozen in ice

off on the horizon. islands in fog

I do not reach for them


the ocean is cold

and pointless.

they say writer’s block isn’t real

it’s just an emotional state of being.

I can’t write.

So I write about not writing

This ocean is pointless.


Todd Rogers