They are upon this website like the haze that descends upon a blazing, stuffy afternoon. I’m not sure what it is about the middle of summer that makes any productive activity feel like a slog through knee-deep mud. Continue reading The Doldrums of Summer Writing
Dust becomes pollen
Sustenance for the next breath
Spread over her womb
I’ve been reading much more than writing in recent weeks. Now I’m starting to realize that my extensive reading was too deeply affecting how I was thinking about my writing. Continue reading Creativity Sessions: Is Narrative Limitless?
Roasting the throngs like tubers
With a glaze of sweat
There’s ink bleeding into the water.
What was once clean and pure,
Is now poisoned with words,
Dripping off pages never read;
Made venomous by things never said.
Unreciprocated, unsent, made bitter by regret;
Can’t see the bottom; can’t see the end. Continue reading Misplaced Missives #189 – INK – JG
So this was initially posted on another blog that has since gone under =P I don’t have the image that inspired it, but I like to think the poem stands on its own. Hopefully. You decide:
Such elegant beauty in the destruction.
There’s a cleanness, a clearness that only comes from the cutting away of the casual, Continue reading Of Acceptance and Beauty
Rain churns up the grass
Coating bare skin in splatters
Grime to hide our faults
Oh, July, the perfect month for beach reading, you practically handed me your own theme. I just finished Philip K. Dick’s The Man In The High Castle, and without giving spoilers, I will say its plot revolves around alternative presents (of the 1960s). The what if scenarios that could possibly have occurred, if only that one important thing was different. I had seen this type of idea in other media, for instance in Fringe, where they have not only an alternative present but an alternative universe, but for some reason hadn’t read anything with this device. Thus – Continue reading July’s Theme – A Whole New World
So I noticed something pretty early on when I was looking for just the right song to try to pen lyrics for: when an artist or band puts out a song without words, there’s a helluva lot going on. So much so that words often feel positively extraneous. Like adding whipped cream on a cake covered in icing. But here goes anyways:
“That Girl in Amsterdam”
I fell for a girl I met one evening in some dingy Amsterdam bar
Her eyes like ice, my heart was frozen, shining brighter than the stars Continue reading Free Verse – Instrumental Inspiration – SD