Thoughts on Living the Life Creative
I don't write a lot of poetry. Over the years there's been a bit here and there. Almost all of it is free verse, as is today's offering. This was supposed to be an essay or short story, but it refused to flow. The creative voice suggested some verse, and it flowed. Hope you enjoy.... Continue Reading →
With all the prose writing I do, I also do a bit of poetry. At least, I think of this as poetry. Seems like a good time to share it here. Petrichor I do not know the word For the smell. It is the smell of rain, Rain on the hot pavement of summer. You... Continue Reading →
I came across an interesting challenge a couple months ago. It said every writer should try working in six different writing forms. The idea was that we should challenge ourselves. To stretch creatively by stepping outside of our usual forms. If memory serves it showed up in a forum that focused mostly on long-form writing, which... Continue Reading →
I'm going to ask you to make a larger investment in this blog post than normal. What comes next will make much more sense if you watch this video. This is Ash Beckham, an LGBT advocate, delivering a TEDx talk in Boulder CO. It's 11 minutes long but worth the time. It's not really about what... Continue Reading →
Today we remember all veterans but especially those who gave all. From the poem "For the Fallen" by Laurence Binyon: They went with songs to the battle, they were young.Straight of limb, true of eyes, steady and aglow.They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,They fell with their faces to the foe.They shall grow... Continue Reading →
Working with a group of folks under the name of "Artist Share" we did a little assignment yesterday. The challenge was: "If you knew that world was listening what question or statement would you put to the world?" This is what I wrote: Listen. Do not simply hear But listen. Stop the talking, Stop the... Continue Reading →
Sitting in a coffee house Listening to a friend sing. The barista is kinda cute And I'm wondering, What the hell am I doing here? I'm almost 50, And the barista is probably About my daughter's age. I don't even drink coffee. But here I am. It's not like I imagined. Not the coffee house,... Continue Reading →
I said at the beginning that this would be a place for work past, present and future. Well there are few pieces of my writing older than this (there is one that I'm still looking for). I thought I'd share this. It's from the 5th grade. Call it my first experiment with multi-media. My listed... Continue Reading →
And I don't know why. My other cats all loved me. I picked this one out, a kitten at the SPCA . A sister to the one chosen by my daughter. My cat wasn't my cat for long She loves, worships and adores My wife. There were these pills Back when she was a kitten.... Continue Reading →
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