Tonight, and today, were a little better in my head than I guess they were last night. Early in the evening, I felt myself sitting in that familiar space, brain a big empty white board. My twin and daily writing inspiration Kristy texted me out of the blue to say that she had read...
Read more →I started the evening at my kitchen table, staring at the empty page. In a half an hour I was in the recliner, laptop on a lap desk, staring at the same page. I had started writing something into it three times. The first try was the start of poem, and I hated it....
Read more →I see a few passionate words appear over my hand sometimes but still I am alone The wind taps on the windows but there are no knocks upon the door No glow or buzz leaping from the phone No pop up box to chat or ding to say it- “You’ve got mail” Which explains...
Read more →I’m pretty naive when it comes to politics, and I’d have to say, I’ve chosen that ignorance much of the way, and I don’t mind it. Politics, in a classical sense, is the art of distributing power, and perhaps in a purer day, politicians were considered icons in some societies because they truly wrangled...
Read more →I got up early this morning to try and write another blip of a short story, and naturally, half way through, I disliked it. It was one similar to others I’ve started: two guys on a bomber air crew get up early, meet after breakfast for preflight briefing, are soon on their aircraft (at...
Read more →Last month, I told myself I needed to find somewhere to plug in and volunteer some time, so of course, most of this month has been spent not doing that, but just thinking about it. I finally actually explored an option last night and at a work colleague’s invite attended a meeting of the...
Read more →Throughout my life I have been fairly close to the Bible. As kids, I and my brother and sister grew up going to Sunday School and church each weekend. We were involved with youth groups and church choirs in middle school and high school. We heard lots of Bible teachings. In high school, I...
Read more →So it was a few weeks ago that my oldest niece, with the help of my brother, asked me if I would take some time to help her with her creative writing. I think I mentioned in an earlier post that my niece, of her own volition, began to write a collection of stories...
Read more →Tonight, I lack creativity, so it is going to just be a journal entry here. Let me first off say that, while I am pretty excited and interested in the life of this Spanish guy, and while the book is not badly written or dry or anything like that, I cannot seem to read...
Read more →When the light began to fade and the night birds began to chatter and the whine of bugs filled the valley, the small old man shuffled out of the hut and began to walk his trail down to the water. The trail was clean sand and little round rocks, forgiving on his bare feet,...
Read more →I thought this evening would be a good evening to try and do some archiving of some of my documents and images from various systems from over the years. In particular, it has been my desire and hope to go through all of my various old media caches (3.5″ disks, Zip disks, old CDs...
Read more →We are a river that stretches from joy to grief from vibrancy to decay The winds of time blow around us and the sun beats down For one day we roll from morning to night from spring to winter from north to south from summit to sea Find the pool and circle in the...
Read more →When I was between my sophomore and junior years of college, I was happy to be able to participate in a summer missions project. Growing up as a Baptist kid in Southern Baptist churches, it was natural that I continued my denominational association in college. Right across the street from the University of New...
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I thought of a good line today, and I figured it was good enough tonight for an entry. And, pretty much, it’s all I am good for tonight. Romantics harbor wishes and wounds. Deep stuff.
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It was the end of the afternoon when the scouting party was seen entering the dale to the north of the presidio. The horses ambled in tight rank, and the column of soldiers was compressed and controlled. The slow company was surrounding one long, tapered red horse in particular with an officer laying slumped...
Read more →This last August, I enjoyed going to my 30th high school reunion, if nothing more than to see a bunch of faces that I, 30 years ago and some, used to see day in and day out at school- although, in much younger versions. That’s the thing about reunions- for those that go, everyone...
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