What Is This? September? I just wanted everything to be fineand when it wasn’t, I called on you.You seemed busy and bashful,and the banality was getting to you.A friend in need was becoming quite a trite line. Then the days drifted byas wind through the trees,the gentle rustle barely audible at times,as deceptive as nature… Continue reading Coming back into the either.
Water is the focus of the short story I’m working on. One sister drowns the other sister in a mercy killing. We are made of so much water and our planet has so much water. It’s part of us and it’s a necessity. No wonder why it makes a good theme for a story. Into… Continue reading Water.
An idea for a book popped into my head. This isn’t the first time. So I have the beginning and a rough plot. The book would be split into one happy story and one tragic story, both stemming from a small, mischievous, dangerous action. I have been reading a shit ton of Philip Roth lately.… Continue reading Rotting my mind, body, and soul so I can seek salvation.
I’ve been kind of drifting along, hoping to happen upon inspiration. I want to complete a book before I die. I’d like to spend a year writing as a job. I did wake up in the middle of the night recently and wrote this: We go to bed with endless questions. We wake up knowing… Continue reading Finding it.
I feel like I’m going mad with all of these ideas and words swirling around in my head. Life and time, they pass as usual, and when I think of all I haven’t written, they seem to have passed at a rather accelerated rate. The idea of time passing faster than it does is preposterous,… Continue reading The coaxing.
You loved to steal food. You loved jumping on the couch and had your own recliner and Patriots blanket. You also had a down featherbed. You always pooped as soon as we got to the beach, squatting in front of everyone. You liked to catch the seaweed and fling it around. When you were young,… Continue reading What it means to love a dog.
Living in the moment is easier said than done. Try as we might, there’s a past, which can sting and still perplex us. And a future which can excite and worry us. But what about the right now? If an artist is on stage, she has the luxury of being so lost in her performance… Continue reading so don’t be sad.
She needed to be at the ocean to feel small and insignificant, to make it seem like she didn’t matter. She wanted to feel that her emotions, so powerful and so uncontrollable, did not matter according to the rotation of the earth around the sun, with the moon allegedly pulling the tides. We rely on… Continue reading Lovely fall in New England.
Life whirls by us faster and faster as we age. This is no great surprise, as this concept is related to us by older generations. We hear this tale of time tumbling away with young ears. It’s not until we experience it ourselves that we really can grasp how time just seems to snowball and… Continue reading What to do when you’re not sure what to do.
Life is hard. This is all relative because the difficulties we face vary greatly. I’m not going to skim past the fact that I had a good start in life and that a lot of care and love went into raising me. Already, I’m more fortunate than most. One of my warmest memories is my… Continue reading You can’t always get what you want. But if you try sometimes…