Unfinished Poem
September 2, 2017
A fragile fire flickers In my breast, locked Behind bars of pasty bone. The cracked, red coals sputter And the flames lick lower, As they spit Steam and smoke.
Tag: writing
A Writer’s Best Friend
May 10, 2017
The secret to good writing, like anything else, is practice. The more you do it, the better you become at it. You find your favorite words and develop new tricks. You create images no one has experienced before, and you refine them by creating them over and over again. It’s not a question if you should write, but when … More A Writer’s Best Friend
The Talent Dilemma
May 10, 2017
Whether you’re a writer, a painter, or a musician, you never know if you’re any good until you’ve made it big. Sure, your friends and family tell you that you’re talented, but of course they do. They’re meant to support you and they would never tell you that you’re bad even if you were the … More The Talent Dilemma
4 Reasons Writers Love Orphans
May 4, 2017
Sometimes it seems all fictional characters are orphans. Think about it. Harry Potter, Luke Skywalker, James Bond, Star-Lord, Batman. The list goes on and on. So what’s the appeal? 1. Laziness Writers consider themselves visionaries and when they have a vision, they don’t want to change it. That vision is their baby and no one wants … More 4 Reasons Writers Love Orphans
Writing and the Writer’s Life
February 4, 2017
Any person who has ever taken an introductory creative writing course has heard this advice: “write about what you know.” Ironically, the very next advice seems to be “write about what you don’t know.” The instructors think they’re clever, but I can’t count how many times I’ve heard this. You can’t accurately write about something … More Writing and the Writer’s Life
A Letter From Defeat
January 4, 2017
Defeat handed me A letter; corners neat, Skin pale, body Trim. On the back, A seal with the letters FU Pressed hard In black wax. On the front, My name, dead Center. No loops, no frills, No flourishes. Just cold, Black type. I threw the letter On a fire and delighted In its crackle.
A Love Letter
December 11, 2016
My dear, It’s hard to be certain of anything in this world, but I’ve always considered myself one of he lucky few who understands more than most. I see the world for what it is and I know how it works. I also understand myself quite well. I know what I like and dislike, what … More A Love Letter
I Belong
May 24, 2016
I sit under the eyes Of striped birch trees Whose roots raise the earth Around me like a mossy bed. The grass prickles The bristles along my skin, And the ants march Over me as though Right there, In the damp, musty soil, I belong. Yet, the sun drips down The cloudy blue walls And … More I Belong
Mine is the Fairest
May 4, 2016
All the bards before me Wove words into phrases Embroidered gold With wit and romance. Their brazen basses And tenors tuned To tingle and quiver All the fibers Of the hearts Of their lovers. “Mine is the fairest.” So say they all. “Her eyes are down. Her lips are liquor And I’m drunk, And I’ll … More Mine is the Fairest
My Fingers Sleep Alone
May 3, 2016
The calloused tips Of my fingers Have collapsed into a numb Sleep after years crumpled Into a fist. Cold As the bones beneath, They fumble Like a child blind In the dark, Reaching for a familiar touch. They find Nothing. Senseless, Even to each other, They shiver In a row In the sun. The pen … More My Fingers Sleep Alone
He Who Wanders 