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Category Archives: WRITING
WRITING: Morning Muse
My morning muse is hiking through the convolutions of my brain, but with a strange message even I don’t understand… There was a time when Jim and me Used to talk more openly Giggling as we chased each other’s flashlights … Continue reading Continue reading
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WRITING:
He’d put it off so long that when he finally planned and gave in to its ways it was, he thought, something of a disappointment. Like Fairbanks in the winter or the monsoon season of the island seas, there was … Continue reading Continue reading
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REALITY & WRITING: Cubicle Man II
He sits there like a hard boiled egg, undistinguished from the raw recruits with whom he shares partitioned space encompassing his own. His insides are solidified, formed and rigid to the rigors of the waiting game of time and choice … Continue reading Continue reading
WRITING: Lack of Output
The morning no longer inspires. It is faced wearily, with a cold cup of coffee, a cigarette ground out before its time. The mind crushed as easily as the slim reed; the spirit circling like smoke for but a moment … Continue reading Continue reading
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WRITING: Achieving Writerly
Another of my professors has given me the ultimate compliment of noting that my writing is oftenwriterly. This mostly comes from seeing my writing here at Spinning I assume, and yet I cannot reconcile that with a writerly position–it seems … Continue reading Continue reading
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WRITING: Learning Process
I fell today, and scraped my hands and knees upon the concrete of the human mind. Stinging with the grit embedded in my being, as it becomes a part of me I picked up in the grazing. Standing, stumbling onward, … Continue reading Continue reading
REALITY AND WRITING: Worthy Words
Sometimes, it just seems egotistical to keep a journal open to the world. Some thoughts that find their way to textual image seem so important, or express such emotional ups and downs, or simply are a vent to get the … Continue reading Continue reading
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NEW MEDIA, REALITY &WRITING: Weekend Workload
Got a bunch of stuff to do this weekend, and cannot afford the luxury of taking meandering paths. Might need to hover above the maze in a helicopter and touch down here and there. Besides rushing to get a few … Continue reading Continue reading
WRITING: That Voice Thing Again
Well, this is a little disheartening. Someone who hasn’t read my work in a while just went through a story for me and in all honesty–which I completely appreciate–made the remark that my new found “voice” comes off as choppy. … Continue reading Continue reading
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WRITING & REALITY: Words
Violets – violins – violence Glad – sad – bad Crusades – blades High jinks – hijacks Morality – mortality Violets – violins – violence. Continue reading
REALITY & WRITING: Night Magicians
Tree frogs, unaware of calendars and turning pages, resuscitate the breathless summer in the early autumn nights. Fiction of a season like a book that shouldn’t end, but lingers in the mind to travel further. Darkness shuts our eyes to … Continue reading Continue reading
WRITING: Change of Season, Loss of Reason
Lost my muse, lost my passion. Feel as if my soul’s been sucked right out of me. Maybe I forgot, allowed a renewal to lapse, perhaps. Maybe I just didn’t pay the bill. My backyard is just my backyard for … Continue reading Continue reading
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REALITY & WRITING: Natural Balance
Night is the Great Equalizer, when trees no longer green and reaching for the height of sky become one with it. When no one thing or person is a this or that, when all are black within a universal space. … Continue reading Continue reading
NEW MEDIA, WRITING & REALITY: All together, now!
(Shopping list: Plastic seat cover for computer chair to avoid the issue of a wet seat from running out of the shower with ideas that just have to be typed up immediately.) The thought struck me, not for the first … Continue reading Continue reading
WRITING: The Visit
Tearing at my veil with fingers that will never age. Rending holes in falls of gossamer, thinner than the finest tulle; but steadfast, as a wall with oaken door that swung one way, cutting off goodbye. Or so I thought. … Continue reading Continue reading
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The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology