Writing Comes From a Place
When someone asks
Me to write about
Something that
They’d like to
Read that I write,
Unless it’s a Job,
Or an agreement
With someone I
Adore, then
No.r
Thank you.
My writing comes
From me. It’s
Inspired,
Researched,
Comes to me in a
Dream,
Stubs my toe, oh
Frack,
Paints a picture,
Sizzles in a wok.
Blends in a blender,
Strokes thru
a furry dog,
Weaves thru hot
guy erotica,
Shares my history,
By
Me.
As it should be.
It’s so fascinating
That people think
Is an easy thing,
That anyone
Can do it, so why
Can’t people just
Give it away?
Because writing
Comes from a place,
It’s energy, it’s
Something to
Share, a piece of
Heart, of love.
Would you just
Give that away
Without thought,
Like breath, like
Water, like meaning?
Writing comes
From a place.
I recently went
Thru a journey
Where someone
Said the right thing,
Asked the correct
Questions, and I was
Writing pieces with
Fervor to be enjoyed,
Shared by many.
Bureaucracy
Entered the
Conversation,
Risk Management
Institution
Standards.
Then, my work
Was edited
Brought to
Committee
And changed
Taken out
Of Content
And Context.
No longer
Represented
Values I hod
As a person
Giving my time,
My talent.
So I said no.
And put my
Talents
Elsewhere.
Because
Writing comes
From a place
That needs
Protection
From outside
Forces.
A newspaper
Reporter’s
Or journalist’s
Life is so
Transitory.
I was sitting
Trying to think
Why I left each
One, the local
Rag, the news
Services, the
Alternative
Presses.
I wrote my
Stories,
Did my jobs
Gathered
Tear sheets
And went to
The next.
Some were
Pivotal and
Memorable,
And some
Touched by
Editor’s
Hands.
In the name
Of bureaucracy
Or the almighty
Dollar. Certain
Things sell.
A good edit
Sells.
When a fairly
Famous singer
Was coming out
My piece on him
And his genre
Of music
Magically had
A Female
Counterpart.
I’d interviewed
Him, but not
Her, and it
Changed the
Whole piece.
This small town
Newspaper
Was part of a
Big news service
My first lesson in
Journalism
And integrity.
Back then
I took all
Kinds of gigs
Put my writing
To task,
Even while
Working a
Regular job.
My writing,
Like me,
Changed,
With each
New shift
In paradigm.
Writing comes
From a place.
It’s a where ,
A who, a when,
A what, a why.
It’s a story of
A life, mine.
And I love
My Story.
Every chance
I get.
Kana, 8/29/25
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Kana writes and reads his poetry, short and erotic fiction, and nonfiction pieces in the Pacific Rim, primarily the Pacific Northwest of the US. He also mentors aspiring writers, with decades in journalism and publishing.