Local to the Soul

The stories he told were local in the sense of being local to the soul . . . — Caoilinn Hughes, The Wild Laughter

“Write what you know.”

What if you know that you are in exile – in what once was local?

What if your soul can no longer find its once beloved home?

What if what you know breaks your heart? How can we write that dislocation?

Prompt: Where are you? Where are you not? What do you understand of your soul’s home? What do you understand of dislocation?

I invite you to respond in the Comments section of this post, or send me an email. I’ll look forward to reading your work.