Saturday, August 19, 2006

Writing in the Bathtub

The tub, with its sloping back and claw feet, fills with all the words from all the books I have ever read. I immerse myself in them, separating alliterations and metaphors with the scissor-cut motion of my outstretched legs, leaving only their impressions in the wake. Lavender prose surges forward, then retreats, as I reach to add warmer words, or cooler ones, turning the faucet handle like a page. They gush in, rising above the overflow drain where the pipes gurgle and swallow them whole. They are clear words, tinged with blues, deep and thoughtful, scalding and soothing. Tears and laughter and lovely turns of phrase flow over the rounded edges and spill across the floor, going everywhere and getting into everything. They calm and incite, express love and bitterness, loss and hope. I impale one on the soft bar of soap with my pen, where I can examine it and maybe make something of it. I wash it away and make a stab at another. I raise my hands and let them drip through my fingers, searching for those that will make a splash on the page.


  1. I'm a shower man myself, but what you do with words in a tub is mighty fine.

  2. Aaaw. You're so sweet. What's with Blogger today that it wouldn't allow me to post a small picture?
    Did you use up all the space with your gorgeous circus pictures? I can't get over the colors in them -and maybe the lighting. I'm going to hop over to your blog and see if you answered my question.

    I've heard other people complain of that aspect in Blogger from time to time. Kind of unreliable, isn't it? Do you hear that Blogger? You're unreliable!

  3. I have had some problems getting pictures to post, but after trying a few times they finally took. I posted one today without any problems.


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