Friday, October 26, 2012

Kansas

I think I'm trying to write Kansas out of my veins. I don't even know if that can be done.  I just think it is funny that the imagery of the prairie is more compelling to me than Oregon's mountains.  Maybe it is because it is from my youth.

I can write of the ocean but I am just not as stirred by mountains like I am of the endless oceans of grass, rolling hills, copper wheat, and the dust bowl sky.

Or maybe it is just that I am writing my stories down from my youth and that is Kansas.  My adulthood is Oregon and I'm not too crazy about my adulthood these past 30 years right now.  Maybe someday....

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