• Nomad

    Standing in the dark, a heavy weight on my back, a light pushes past me, a hum of the heater all around me, a sad and lonely hearts hangs within, a smile eeks out, slowly spreading out of my thoughts, it’s just me, no one to hold, no one hug, no one to love, the […]

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  • Abandoned

    Standing in the dark, a heavy weight on my back, a light pushes past me, a hum of the heater all around me, a sad and lonely hearts hangs within, a smile irks out, slowly spreading out of my thoughts, it’s just me, no one to hold, no one hug, no one to love, the […]

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  • Armchair

    Legs crossed, a light stays on at the entrance opposite me, sitting in this armchair shrouded by the night. Face dimly lit by that off cast. The A/C whirrs above me and below me. Returned I have from standing almost two hours. Watching the sun set through the camera’s faithful time-lapse capture. Engines rumble past […]

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  • Sadness

    I felt like writing something today as I went to check the mail. I hadn’t written visually in a while and this came to mind after a hot shower. It’s not much but I was able to pull this emotional feeling from a friend’s passing last year. Sadness. A friend passed. Sleep comes quickly. The […]

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  • Sickly beings

    There sits a house shrouded by trees. The eyes occasionally open, dim and close from morning to evening. Inside, the furniture changes its course by day. Dishes strewn from room to room, a dishwasher always full. A robed father sits in his chair, sometimes gauntly leaning over a computer. No one dares touch him because […]

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  • Golden Flayed Thistles

    Golden yellow and fire orange, three water-soluble paint gallon cans. One tattered, unkempt T-shirt and busting-at-the-seams, faded blue jeans. Barefooted with a flayed, thistle brush, standing in my new workshop, deciding which walls will exude Skittles-like rays of happiness.

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  • Toes dancing on the water

    I was reading Dan Erickson’s post, “the beauty of simple,” and saw that picture above. Just seeing that boat inspired these words. DOMP-DOMP-DOmp-DOmp-domp-domp, the sound of feet running down the planks to the end of the dock. Domp-flup-domp-flup-flop-flop-flip-flop-flip-flop, a run becomes a casual walk. I have my trusty plastic red tackle box in one hand […]

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  • Writing while it rains

    I’m laying on my soft feather bed in a cabin perched on a mountain, reading through a Louis L’Amour novel and the words blur into a dream. She’s screaming because he’s kidnapped her and I can’t run fast enough to rescue her. FLAP! The book fell from my extended left hand onto the cabin floor […]

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  • Gazing

    Written on a whim: Fried pork cutlets with a hint of salt and mashed potatoes drowning in creamy light brown gravy. Green beans glisten nakedly on the plate. He gazed into her face as she lifted a small piece of pork to her moist red lips and bit into it. She looked up and her […]

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  • Creased black boots

    I asked a friend, scriptwriter, to write two sentences which were descriptive. Then I took one of his sentences based on that room setting and wrote out my own descriptive twist. Later, he suggested I change two words to make it more imaginative. He gave me, “creased” and “faded.” An eerie draft breathes through the […]

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  • Catfishing in West Africa

    Written for an English III Descriptive class. Based on true experiences. As a boy in the savannahs of West Africa, I enjoyed going catfishing with my native friends. We loved being outside so much that we would spend the whole day just trying to catch catfish. With the sun on our backs and grasping our […]

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