Each year around November, I meditate on what I’m thankful for. Late October marks the night where my brother, Chad, was horrifically injured in a drunk driving accident (in 2001). This tragedy, and his living triumph informs much of who I am. If you wonder why I obsess over selfdriving cars, or the rights and
Midnight blue ribbon Slices the west Scars from tears linger as wrinkles and shadows Missoula floods Humans abide Controlling the uncontrollable Dams, houses, farms, Strychnine wolf plan However temporary Feed the cattle Revere the masses Oh. It’s messy Not maliciously so It is the way Like rivers, ways will change Water will flow
We’re in our 30s But we carry the reality of childhoods And live like confident 21 year olds I still define myself by things that went down in the 5th grade, when I was 17, 22, and 30 It’s like I’m not an adult I’m still an anxious and uncomfortable tween I’m not suicidal or
Here is an extremely fun writing prompt I used for a short story back in June 2012. “She closed the book, placed it on the table, and finally, decided to walk through the door.” Simply use this prompt to write a short story – then send it my way. I’d love to read it. .
This is a poem I originally wrote on my iPhone on January 21st, 2015 at 7:50 AM. I thought it should have a life online. Last revised 12-31-17 1:46 PM Bomb Them With iPhones Give them WiFi Give them Netflix Give them them porn straight, gay and transgender Give them the world of the internet
Meandering I don’t mind if I don’t make this light In fact, I want to linger here On this street corner I’d prefer a bench, but those are occupied by the societies fringe, and lined with empty cans of fortified malt liquor, cigarette butts, and the types of refuse that’s generated when one lives on