Bio Note: I am a commercial sculptor of original patterns for ornaments, toys and collectibles. As a career sculptor, I’ve become intimately familiar with tools that give shape to my vision. Pen and tablet have recently been added to my toolbox alongside chisel and rasp. To my delight, the creative process of writing revealed itself to be markedly similar to that of sculpting. Develop a compelling concept. Make preliminary sketches. Render raw materials until they emerge as enduring images.
Beware of towels. Minions of household cleansing, ubiquitous as air, their docile appearance belies unquenchable thirst. Never satisfied by our meager offerings, they are ravenous for any moisture within grasp. Liquids, sweet or foul, soothing or corrosive, all potential victims, indiscriminate choices of their cravings. Exotic fiber or domestic strand, thick as wool or thin as dandelion spore, they lie motionless as spiders, waiting for a meal to cross their web. A single touch can drain any vessel. They keep drinking until gorged and bloated beyond capacity. The last drop absorbed, grudgingly sharing their excess with atmosphere and gravity. Laundered and refreshed after a day of consumption, warm and fragrant from a cycle in the dryer, addiction begins anew.
First published in Veterans’ Voices magazine, Fall issue 2020 Vol. 68, No. 3
©2022 Lynn Norton
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