Awkward conversation with the muse

Come on universe, give me something.

“How rude.”

I guess I wasn’t very polite, addressing the muse like that.

“Do you think so?”

Yeah, sorry. I guess I’m a little impatient.

“Listen, young man —”

Thanks! But I don’t feel so young anymore.

(The universe sighs.)

Sorry. You were saying?

“I said.”

I don’t get it.


Oh! You said, “Listen, young man,” so OK, I’m listening.

(The universe sighs more deeply.)

Ooooh! You told me to listen! Listen with a young man’s ears.

“So you DID hear me. Eventually.”

You have to admit it’s been a long winter. I think it was this sunny and warm the last time I sat in this park to write, that’s how long it’s been.

“No doubt.”

I should come here more often.

“No doubt.”

So: What else you got?


What? “Listen, young man” Is all you’re giving me today?

“Don’t sound so resentful. That’s a lot.”

I had no response for that. So I listened.

Published by WarrenBluhm

Wordsmith and podcaster, Warren is a reporter, editor and storyteller who lives near the shores of Green Bay with his wife, two golden retrievers, Dejah and Summer, and Blackberry, an insistent cat. Author of It's Going to Be All Right, Echoes of Freedom Past, Full, Refuse to be Afraid, Gladness is Infectious, 24 flashes, How to Play a Blue Guitar, Myke Phoenix: The Complete Novelettes, A Bridge at Crossroads, The Imaginary Bomb, A Scream of Consciousness, and The Imaginary Revolution.

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