Stories are life

Like the sisters of fate,

I weave the fabric

of my life

out of words;

strained, cracked,

sometimes broken.


The right words coupled

create voices, make tales;

repeat often enough,

they tell me who I am,

what I am;

they become me.


The tale is always wiser

than the teller. What

flows from one, flows

from many;

tales made from

flesh and blood, childhood dreams,

lustful lovers by the salient sea,

invisible currents of what was and

is become visible in me.


Stories are life, my life,

blood pulsating through

my veins, life as I tell,

as my stories tell me.

I become my stories,

my stories become me.

(by w. craig gilliam, 2017)