Tell all the Truth but tell it slant—
Success in Circuit lies
Too bright for our infirm Delight
The Truth’s superb surprise
As Lightning to the Children eased
With explanation kind
The Truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind—
Emily Dickinson
I believe in writing. I believe in good writing.
I believe writing can change the world, for good or ill.
I believe in truth; without it, we are lost.
It’s my desire to tell the full truth—at least as well as I can—throughout this process. That said, I’ve already mentioned I’m complicated and often contradictory. If I confuse or inadvertently write falsely, I apologize. Because, though I believe in the truth, I often have trouble speaking it. Sometimes I circle it, circle it, circle it but am unable to touch it. I reach out and the truth slips through my fingers and all I’m left with are shadows and lies. I can’t—or won’t—write directly and my readers are left with confusion, loss.
My hope dangles on a string, like slow-spinning redemption. (Tell me that you’ll open your eyes.)
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