“Frozen”
Fog creeps into sight
Dragging my mind down, frozen-
Will I wake again?
Steve D
Creativity Sessions: Thoughts on Storytelling
I’ve been thinking a lot about storytelling recently. Okay, I kind of think about storytelling all the time anyway. But binge-watching Louis on Netflix makes me reflect on the way we tell our own stories. Continue reading “Creativity Sessions: Thoughts on Storytelling”
A Deep Bluegrass Dive with Kidnap Alice
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I had never really sat down and listened to bluegrass before I was in grad school. I had heard it, of course, but I did not appreciate it until I saw it performed live, by a band from England no less: Kidnap Alice. Continue reading “A Deep Bluegrass Dive with Kidnap Alice”
Haiku Sunday – Handwriting
I just had a nice late-Christmas weekend with Future Wife’s family, and they do a White Elephant-style gift exchange most years. This year, however, we did an anonymous gift exchange. Each participant was assigned to buy an anonymous gift for someone else. The gifter then had to provide clues for the giftee to guess who gave them the gift.
I was assigned to purchase a gift for Future Wife’s cousin, who I also happen to be fairly close with. He knows I’m a writer, so the poem itself was the clue… he recognized immediately that I was the most likely person to write an actual haiku as a clue. I guess I’m not as wily as I thought. Either that, or people are actually starting to recognize me as a writer. Anyway, he loved his gift!
Steve D
Villanelle – Change – SD
“Change”
Trying to change your skin just so you can fit in.
Shedding away the past; leave it in a heap on the floor,
Because different doesn’t come from dressing up and hoping. Continue reading “Villanelle – Change – SD”
Where The Snow Won’t Reach You – JG
When the scent of burning logs and leaves,
And the bone deep chill of frigid winds,
Fade to far distant memories,
Of what used to be. Continue reading “Where The Snow Won’t Reach You – JG”
Haiku Sunday – Porcupine
“Porcupine”
Curled up tight, poised barbs
Prick the hands trying to soothe
Your porcupine heart.
Steve D
Author’s Note: This haiku was inspired by the phrase “porcupine heart”, which I actually said in a real conversation. (I sometimes speak in metaphor and prose — what of it?) Now I’m curious whom among you can throw some intriguing words, phrases, metaphors, analogies, etc. at me to use as inspiration for a future haiku? After all, I can’t write about the weather and things I can see from my back door forever.
Comment below an idea you want me to try to jam into a haiku. If you like, I’ll give you a shout-out and a link to your website in the haiku post. Challenge me!
Creativity Sessions: Inner Monologues and Deductions
I love the concept of the inner monologue in writing, probably because I’m constantly up in my own head with thoughts and ideas that I might not express vocally. In writing, though, I think it has to be used delicately. Continue reading “Creativity Sessions: Inner Monologues and Deductions”
Easy Ramblings – JG
Easily, you brand me - why? Because all you see is me Giving in to instincts like some filthy animal. No credit given where credit is due, Who the hell are you to sentence me to Hell? Well, I guess you're someone who knows, right? Guilty of the same sin of wiring, how inspiring that you're willing To claim yourself superior Because you're perfectly unhappy hiding your interior wants and wishes. Walk away before I get vicious - I'm just a mindless mongrel anyways, right? That's all it could be, So very fucking easy for you to see, Easy for you to know exactly how I got here. You don't know the Hell I've put myself through. The pain I've offered up in penance; the sacrifice, the self restriction because I wanted to paint it as an addiction I could get over with just a little self control. I gave up what I knew was worth everything For something in my fucking head. In your fucking head. In my heart, All of it is bound in regret. I never said what I should've Repeated As a daily prayer to someone A lot more pure Than the men I was raised to bow before. Easy? Easy you say - why? Because it was oh so easy for you?
Haiku Sunday – Onion
“Onion”
Peel back the layers,
Exposing the inner core-
And now I’m crying.
Steve D
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