Variety. A change in tone and perspective. Forget the subject, the object, the action. They can all be tweaked, manipulated, changed to fit. A blue sky can be calming, alarming, or simply plain. The taste of burnt toast can be frustrating, funny, or even a fond memory. I say this in order to explain the […]
Read More Progression of a Writer; Day 27The following short story is a new version of an already published project of mine titled, “Warm Wood”. The title as well as a significant part of the story has been re-written. I hope you enjoy and please feel free to comment. Warm is the Wood ******** “Long ago the West was a wild […]
Read More Warm is the Wood; A Re-tellingIt took Adam only a couple days to figure out he loved Iris, and only two years to take her out on a date. She was everything, plain and simple. Iris had known Adam for over two years and had never known anyone she could open up to so honestly. She trusted him, plain and simple. […]
Read More Don’t Say Anything-you told me there was a spot-light above our heads.” That the cracked sidewalk we stood upon was a stage. You left my warm hand to turn and face the road. An audience of debris sat in the orchestra section of the curb. The general seating was filled with pools of reflections. Lit apartments and […]
Read More “Late one night we were walking and-It was a ghost ship of death pushing its way through my hotel window. Rows upon rows of skeletal remains. I remember feeling strange thinking no person would want to stay there yet my father explained to me some how it was peaceful and serene. “Your mother should passing by now if you want to […]
Read More Another DreamIn response to a poet… And so she approaches. Get ready! Steel your nerves. You are both sun children, but her brightness is blinding, her following shadow deadly. Nowhere to run, no where to hide. Back pushed against a wall of glass. Ready to buckle, ready to shatter you into peices. But it […]
Read More Progression of a writer; Day 26What is the definition of emotions? Not simply the explanation of meaning found in the dictionary, but the figurative lines that define them in our lives. For me these boundaries blur. Can you clearly show me the differences? I pose these questions to myself, as a writer who seeks to enhance his skill, to progress. […]
Read More Progression of a Writer; Day 25The following note was written in April of last year. I can no longer recall where I was and who I was with. Do we become disconnected from our past? Or does it continue to haunt our present? I sit here contemplating if I am in fact wasting time. If I should be doing something […]
Read More Progression of a Writer; day 24You wake up thirty minutes later than usual. It’s Friday, life is good, and the morning is here! The dishes in the sink aren’t a hassle to clean, their chatter as they are washed and stacked mingle together with the songs of sparrows outside the window. They seem ever excited for the new day and […]
Read More FridayThis is not my language. I write words, and my heart aches for their blindness, their ineptitude. Foolishly I have gone on a journey without lantern or map. Selfishly I seek significance in the darkness, reaching out for tendrils, a line to grasp onto, a hook to draw me to the surface. But I am them […]
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