Last night, my wife and I began a jigsaw puzzle. We have several outlets of entertainment yet few are as captivating to us as this simple game of intellect and patience. Setting stages of play from clearing the table, to categorizing the pieces, finding the ones that are part of the border, and finally finding […]
Read More All the pieces fitting togetherIt 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-In 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 FridayHave you ever gripped a pen, having its blackened tip just above an empty page? I have spent eons at that precipice, countless thoughts and ideas being thrown over the edge in uncertainty, feeling each unworthy to be made permanent upon the page. So now I simply reflect that there is little else to write about but this […]
Read More Progress of a writer; Day 23Another season expires, its warmth fading as the soft whispers of winter’s approach. Fall for me is a season of inhalation. A time of year of observation and reflection. We take in the world in a state of change, watching the colors of leaves change like blood filled with new air, turned red. The chilling air […]
Read More Progression of a writer; Day 22I pose to you the following question, “How do you write the voices of your past?“ How do you quote friends that you have parted with in time, or members of family no longer alive? How do you give them new life? As I begin to weave together a story that is as much […]
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