I recently listened to the audio version of a novel called NOS4A2 by Joe Hill. You can find the synopsis on Wikipedia. I liked this book a lot. As I listened, I had the thought that this could be my favorite book of all time. I don’t know if that says a lot, because I don’t […]
Why waste precious moments quarreling with your own music. Send messages to the moon and surf the sun. You belong with the others. The ones with wolf masks and paper shoes.
Old post from a soon to be deleted blog Sheila stared at the wall in the lonely room. She thought of the room as lonely because it was where lonely people ended up. There were many reasons for loneliness in the city. Some people had moved here to escape families who would not love them. […]
Yearning to render a work of beauty She squeezes shut her dark eyes And pushes past shadows As figures move in tandem The faces aren’t familiar They might be real Living beings Lives in other places Giving up secrets to fulfill her needs
I guess I’ll make a list of goals for 2015. After all, it’s the thing to do. And it makes for decent blog post fodder. I think I’ll break them down into categories just to make the exercise more difficult than it needs to be. For now, the categories will be: Health and Fitness, Writing, […]
In my dream, Ohio is the promised land. And I’m meant to write. I’m in a million pieces. Constantly dividing. I’m always lost on a strange campus. And I almost miss my cue to dance. My mother doesn’t like me. And long dead cats are alone in a strange basement.
I’ve been feeling the urge to write something substantial. I want to work on something, really work. I want to develop a writing practice. The problem is, I don’t know if I can muster up the discipline. So I’m thinking I’ll try NaNoWriMo for the umpteenth time. And maybe this time I’ll think of it […]
Sometimes I feel like writing fiction. Something inside of me wants to tell a story. I’ll begin and then quit, swearing that the process is too painful to endure. Is it that I’m afraid to fail? Am I afraid that writing fiction would require that I reveal the dark parts of myself? Maybe there are […]
I wrote a few paragraphs and then decided it was all stupid, so I decided to leave the first word from each line and see what that looked like. It’s also stupid. Writing is dumb. A blogger I follow recently wrote a post in which he said blogging is not writing. If this isn’t writing, […]
Right now I’m supposed to be writing poetry Because I signed up for a thing and I paid money So I have to do it Because otherwise… you know So here I sit in front of Woodburn Hall On a wooden bench With metal handrails and legs Two rows of shiny bolts attach the wood […]