If they were watching, and I was sure they were, they’d have to admit I did my best to iron out the smeared wrinkles. Fight as I may, the hard edge of a stained hand was no match for a… Read More ›
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That’s Absurd (Weekly Writing Challenge): A Stranger’s Eyes
It was just before sunrise in a long rectangular mirror that I noticed the whites of my eyes stir. Matted with both coldness and familiarity, I was reminded of the stranger that had long ago pulled me from the flames that claimed… Read More ›
Sush
From this point on, you have fifty words. Until the day you die. Speak today and silence may claim the rest of your days. But unspoken words will expire with your final breath. Think, not for moments, but for days,… Read More ›
A Letter In Trees
After a five minute hike through fairly dense woods in Santa Barbara, I found a climbable rock and pulled myself up to its flattest surface. I shielded the sun that poked through the meadow’s canopy and settled onto the cool, biased, granite…. Read More ›
Writing Challenge: Writerly Reflections (Why I Write)
Wayward words tumble like elbows, knees, and toes fall into the gut of a man pushed down a padded flight of stairs. Padded stairs? Yes, padded stairs – just in case I’m that man, so that I can survive to… Read More ›
I Know You Are but What Am I?
What if someone (let’s say Pee Wee Herman, for kicks) told you that you could travel back to any time and place? I pondered this question for a few minutes and toured just a few of the almost endless possibilities…. Read More ›
Time Is on My Side
as time counts up the more remarkable we need to be to remark on what it is we want others to see as time counts count down our memories grow expectations molded for us show time slows for the fortunate… Read More ›
Weekly Writing Challenge: Threes – A Tribute to Mom
In this week’s writing challenge, we are to write a post using three photographs for inspiration. As I scrolled through the photographs, it was very easy for me to choose A Tribute to Mom by Cardinal Guzman, three beautiful images that… Read More ›
I Object to Luck
Write about an object. Any object. Sounds simple enough. What should I write about? This morning I heard about an incredibly interesting study about success. The man behind the study, a professor at Princeton, proposed that success in art is… Read More ›
We Are Painted People
The people that look at me, what do they see? The ones that dabble with curiosity to find the intricacies in my voice, what do they hear? I wonder if they can hear the silence between my words, if they… Read More ›
eternal Domnation 