Write it, my son
In the darkest moment, when nothing remained, a blinding light arrived. That light was not born from outside, but came from within. This is the raw account of hitting rock bottom and finding unexpected grace.
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To Be Free
Sometimes I just want to vanish, to leave everything and forget the world exists. It’s those times I detest what I do, how I do it, and for whom it’s being done. I find myself […]
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God I love this place!
I walk. I marvel at how the once soft, fluffy sands have become hard and unforgiving in the winter’s chill. I’m alone with my thoughts save the sounds of the surf crashing behind me; the […]
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Old Harriet (Creative Writing Exercise)
To be honest, it wasn’t the rather unspectacular car or the completely unremarkable dent that had me transfixed. The concave crater formed by someone’s mistake was streaked with a cobalt-blue paint as if someone had applied it with their fingers. The paint was a unique kind of color, one that I didn’t see much of, but one that had brought fond memories into view. One that had me lost in a combination of yesterday, today and tomorrow.
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my Sweet Affinity
How much is too much Of me? How much can you hear? How much can you see? How much can you bear Of me, my Sweet Affinity? Which time is the last time You’ll […]
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Tearing Down the Walls
Ok, fine Universe, I remember the lesson. There is order in this mess, silence in the noise, light in the darkness. Somewhere…find it, search for it, and it will come. Or not.
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When am I no longer an “aspiring” writer?
The feedback I am getting has been tremendous. Emails, Tweets, posts, messages, texts and whispers in my ear all tell me “you should be a writer!” The only problem is that I have absolutely NO idea how to go about being a writer. Or at least feed my family while doing it.
