She doesn't exist. Save for in the recesses of his mind and in stories told or written. Her impression first appeared in the reflection of Beautiful Water. An idea of something never lost, for it was never found, and never would be in A War To End All Wars. The impossibility of a perfect fit, including the people who would enter his life with her, In-Love-In-Law. Her body's Gravity, holding him more powerfully than Earth's. An initial encounter based upon being needed at the right time, creating a brief - and endearing - moment of culture shock... she tells him he shouldn't ask for candy, but Lollies, Stupid. A comparative and (mostly) honest analysis of how real women have enamored him in A-M-L-C-S. The anguish of a realization that she might be real, he might know who she is, but he's no clue where she exists other than the Window to his imagination. The visualized progression via the lustful warmth of Merlot and the comforting warmth of coffee, Vitis Coffea. Her very Image powerful in its inspiration. A beauty, inside and out, from visage to Décolletage.
She doesn't exist. A tactile sensation created only by imagination. But he takes her hand anyway, And They Dance... as long as the moment can and will allow. There is a fear, perhaps a realization, that nothing of her lingering impression will be left After Paris. An awareness that despite a desire as strong as the Sun, he will only bear reluctant witness to a Star Fall. A quiet mind, engulfing a quiet heart, where the only sound heard is a softly-played Requiem for a Satellite of Zeus. It's a sad song, but one that encourages him to take a hard look in the Mirror.
She doesn't exist. It doesn't matter; her idea is all he needs. He takes solace in the realization that An Absence of Proof is not a proof of absence. She doesn't exist. She's all he wants for Christmas.
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Monday, October 11, 2010
Chase the Day
Ah, shit yeah... Or "shichya," as it's more phonetically spelled. It's a saying I picked up from an Australian friend of mine and, truth be told, people around my neck of the woods often wonder why the Hell I'm saying it. I don't really know the technical reasons behind why I say it, but I use it for the same reason I use anything: it works.
My closest friends know what a fucking roller coaster I've been on since early 2006. Really, long before that, when I went from having more money than I needed to having almost none at all. Lots of factors played into that - some external, others self-inflicted - but, damn... you learn who your friends are when you're that close to rock-bottom. And I've got the best of the best. It took everyone I know to help sift through four years of utter confusion. Everyone I know and then some, for I'd be remiss in not mentioning the kindness of many strangers. Through it all, I've found that my enemies are insignificant and easily ignored. In fact, I wish them all the very best in life. As long as they don't cross my path again, of course.
I don't know if the Sufi or the Jews coined the term, but "This, too, shall pass," is about as certain as death and taxes. Oh, I've touted it, but I know it now. Some things take a little longer; need a little more patience; require a little more effort, but they'll pass. Tomorrow's coming whether you want it to or not. How fucking wonderful is that?
I've not yet returned to the physical shape I was in back in 2007 - arguably the best shape of my life - but I'm almost there. There's even an added bonus this time. In 2007, my left foot wasn't being properly rehabilitated. It is now... and I can almost taste the mountain air and the deep ocean water I'll be able to expose myself to again. It's been far too long. Someone I admire once said that if you stop moving, you might as well be dead. Yeah... totally. Never mind that moving too fast can kill you, as well. Been there, done that... I'm still here. At least speed is exhilarating.
It's been an eight-year journey to get to where I'm at. Eight insane years. Outside of maybe 1989 - a year that's value in my life has only recently become truly realized - and 2000 - a year I wasn't yet mature enough to deal with - 2002 through 2010 marked the biggest changes in my outlook, my perspectives, my beliefs. Everything I thought I knew up to that point was effectively proven wrong amid a rapid-fire succession of change. Locations, loves, schools, careers, you name it. No stability whatsoever. Just a pretty convincing facade of it. No, that's not entirely true... I was stubbornly resisting change in some fucked up desire to win a conflict I had no business fighting.
Taking chances - something I'd long been accustomed to - suddenly seemed foolish. Instead of rolling with the punches, I tried to hold on to some ill-conceived plan of world domination. It almost fucking killed me - figuratively and literally. But, after 2006, that all slowly started to reverse itself. Four years down, as it were, and four years up.
That's not to say this resurgence was of my own making. Not entirely and, I'll probably have to admit at one point or another, not even primarily. There were plenty of well-placed slaps and kicks in the ass that got me back to where I needed to be... where I should've been the whole time. Slaps and kicks from both friend and foe at the most unexpected - and opportune - of times. Face it, people... those around you know you better than you know yourself. And when strangers figure you out before you yourself do... it's just all the more profound.
So I started taking chances again, albeit in the wrong direction. But, hey, I'm not perfect. And, besides, that first wrong-way chance got my career kick-started. I knew something was wrong, though. I knew I was in the wrong place and for all the wrong reasons. At least I knew, though... which is more than I can say about all of the previous fuck-ups.
And then came 2009. The year I let the career go down the drain. Not sure what I was thinking, but I'm betting it had something to do with my physical location. I was, literally, in a place I did not want to be. But that summer was pretty awesome. Again, the right people - friend and stranger - at the right time. And I got off my ass and took a leap.
Then another. And another.
Now, I'm almost running again. It feels great. The wind is blowing the bullshit out of my hair. That can't happen sitting around. 2011's looking good. I'm sure that everything I think I know will effectively be proven wrong amid a rapid-fire succession of change. But this time, that's the point.
Next April I'm reengaging my quest to visit every country in the world, beginning with a month in Australia. I've always been a creature of momentum, ever since I left the roost at 17. That I got stuck is beside the point. I ain't stuck now. There are some things I want that are elsewhere in the world, and I'm going to go see if I can have them. Carpe diem? Nah...
It's a saying I've used a lot, but its is a false premise; a false promise and a false hope. We are incapable of seizing any day, never mind any other moment in time. But we can, however, chase it. And, as another saying goes, the chase is where all the fun is. C'est la vie.
I'm coming. Shichya.
***
* It's all about the moment, the here and now, and perhaps a little about what comes next. * Go out on a limb once in a while... somebody's there for you, you know. * Having no direction isn't necessarily being lost, though being lost is a prerequisite for finding your way. * The world is moving faster than you ever will, and will move longer than you can possibly be remembered. * a stubborn refusal to accept an overwhelming sense of embarrassment or shame prevents any acknowledgment of such defining moments of life. * The more beautiful it is, the better to kill you with. * The days when a mirror was just another toy are long gone. Reflections no longer reflective, the face staring back just another enemy, allied with the onslaught of time. * A lie is a weight the wind will not carry. * It's remembered how it wants to be. The chase, the trap, an act of foolish bravery or cautious abandon to feel what couldn't be said. * Tomorrow, sunrise will begin the chase again. * Are you going to do something, or are you going to watch it burn? * No worries. The sunrise will greet you in the morning. Whether or not it lights the way home is another matter entirely. * You'll know when the clock is right, for motion and thought will blur into one. And when it does, don't hesitate. * There's a scream of triumph as youthful lust streaks through cloud, finally knowing what it means to fly. * Why you’re smiling as the world starts tumbling finally makes sense. It’s too late to stop, and you didn’t want to, anyway. * If it's going to happen, there's no need to worry about it. * Life's picking up speed, and people you don't want to leave behind are going to be left behind. * The world is a large place until you've seen it all. And when that happens, you can just make up another. * Maybe that's why so many people choose to live in the desert... the grass isn't greener on the other side, because there's only tumbleweed. * Whoever made the mistake of attributing Red to love never understood what it meant to be angry. * Mirages are a good thing to follow, however, when you think about it. They do have a tendency to keep you moving. * Precipitation on the precipice, flowing down the path of least resistance while wondering what it would be like to be a flake of snow. * This is not a summit's peak, but a cliff's edge, and the difference is unimportant. Get up. If you're going to fall, do it here, do it now. There's still air beneath you. *
My closest friends know what a fucking roller coaster I've been on since early 2006. Really, long before that, when I went from having more money than I needed to having almost none at all. Lots of factors played into that - some external, others self-inflicted - but, damn... you learn who your friends are when you're that close to rock-bottom. And I've got the best of the best. It took everyone I know to help sift through four years of utter confusion. Everyone I know and then some, for I'd be remiss in not mentioning the kindness of many strangers. Through it all, I've found that my enemies are insignificant and easily ignored. In fact, I wish them all the very best in life. As long as they don't cross my path again, of course.
I don't know if the Sufi or the Jews coined the term, but "This, too, shall pass," is about as certain as death and taxes. Oh, I've touted it, but I know it now. Some things take a little longer; need a little more patience; require a little more effort, but they'll pass. Tomorrow's coming whether you want it to or not. How fucking wonderful is that?
I've not yet returned to the physical shape I was in back in 2007 - arguably the best shape of my life - but I'm almost there. There's even an added bonus this time. In 2007, my left foot wasn't being properly rehabilitated. It is now... and I can almost taste the mountain air and the deep ocean water I'll be able to expose myself to again. It's been far too long. Someone I admire once said that if you stop moving, you might as well be dead. Yeah... totally. Never mind that moving too fast can kill you, as well. Been there, done that... I'm still here. At least speed is exhilarating.
It's been an eight-year journey to get to where I'm at. Eight insane years. Outside of maybe 1989 - a year that's value in my life has only recently become truly realized - and 2000 - a year I wasn't yet mature enough to deal with - 2002 through 2010 marked the biggest changes in my outlook, my perspectives, my beliefs. Everything I thought I knew up to that point was effectively proven wrong amid a rapid-fire succession of change. Locations, loves, schools, careers, you name it. No stability whatsoever. Just a pretty convincing facade of it. No, that's not entirely true... I was stubbornly resisting change in some fucked up desire to win a conflict I had no business fighting.
Taking chances - something I'd long been accustomed to - suddenly seemed foolish. Instead of rolling with the punches, I tried to hold on to some ill-conceived plan of world domination. It almost fucking killed me - figuratively and literally. But, after 2006, that all slowly started to reverse itself. Four years down, as it were, and four years up.
That's not to say this resurgence was of my own making. Not entirely and, I'll probably have to admit at one point or another, not even primarily. There were plenty of well-placed slaps and kicks in the ass that got me back to where I needed to be... where I should've been the whole time. Slaps and kicks from both friend and foe at the most unexpected - and opportune - of times. Face it, people... those around you know you better than you know yourself. And when strangers figure you out before you yourself do... it's just all the more profound.
So I started taking chances again, albeit in the wrong direction. But, hey, I'm not perfect. And, besides, that first wrong-way chance got my career kick-started. I knew something was wrong, though. I knew I was in the wrong place and for all the wrong reasons. At least I knew, though... which is more than I can say about all of the previous fuck-ups.
And then came 2009. The year I let the career go down the drain. Not sure what I was thinking, but I'm betting it had something to do with my physical location. I was, literally, in a place I did not want to be. But that summer was pretty awesome. Again, the right people - friend and stranger - at the right time. And I got off my ass and took a leap.
Then another. And another.
Now, I'm almost running again. It feels great. The wind is blowing the bullshit out of my hair. That can't happen sitting around. 2011's looking good. I'm sure that everything I think I know will effectively be proven wrong amid a rapid-fire succession of change. But this time, that's the point.
Next April I'm reengaging my quest to visit every country in the world, beginning with a month in Australia. I've always been a creature of momentum, ever since I left the roost at 17. That I got stuck is beside the point. I ain't stuck now. There are some things I want that are elsewhere in the world, and I'm going to go see if I can have them. Carpe diem? Nah...
It's a saying I've used a lot, but its is a false premise; a false promise and a false hope. We are incapable of seizing any day, never mind any other moment in time. But we can, however, chase it. And, as another saying goes, the chase is where all the fun is. C'est la vie.
I'm coming. Shichya.
***
* It's all about the moment, the here and now, and perhaps a little about what comes next. * Go out on a limb once in a while... somebody's there for you, you know. * Having no direction isn't necessarily being lost, though being lost is a prerequisite for finding your way. * The world is moving faster than you ever will, and will move longer than you can possibly be remembered. * a stubborn refusal to accept an overwhelming sense of embarrassment or shame prevents any acknowledgment of such defining moments of life. * The more beautiful it is, the better to kill you with. * The days when a mirror was just another toy are long gone. Reflections no longer reflective, the face staring back just another enemy, allied with the onslaught of time. * A lie is a weight the wind will not carry. * It's remembered how it wants to be. The chase, the trap, an act of foolish bravery or cautious abandon to feel what couldn't be said. * Tomorrow, sunrise will begin the chase again. * Are you going to do something, or are you going to watch it burn? * No worries. The sunrise will greet you in the morning. Whether or not it lights the way home is another matter entirely. * You'll know when the clock is right, for motion and thought will blur into one. And when it does, don't hesitate. * There's a scream of triumph as youthful lust streaks through cloud, finally knowing what it means to fly. * Why you’re smiling as the world starts tumbling finally makes sense. It’s too late to stop, and you didn’t want to, anyway. * If it's going to happen, there's no need to worry about it. * Life's picking up speed, and people you don't want to leave behind are going to be left behind. * The world is a large place until you've seen it all. And when that happens, you can just make up another. * Maybe that's why so many people choose to live in the desert... the grass isn't greener on the other side, because there's only tumbleweed. * Whoever made the mistake of attributing Red to love never understood what it meant to be angry. * Mirages are a good thing to follow, however, when you think about it. They do have a tendency to keep you moving. * Precipitation on the precipice, flowing down the path of least resistance while wondering what it would be like to be a flake of snow. * This is not a summit's peak, but a cliff's edge, and the difference is unimportant. Get up. If you're going to fall, do it here, do it now. There's still air beneath you. *
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Theme Thursdays, 2010: Volume 2
Something's amiss with Theme Thursday and I've not been able to figure it out. Things just got... weird... in the past couple of months. In light of this (and for several other unrelated reasons), I'm taking a hiatus from participating there for a while, but I continue to recommend it for anyone who needs or wants an excuse to post something or otherwise be creative.
Obviously, this "Volume 2" post should go up sometime in January, but given the circumstances, I'll put it up now.
Submitted for the second half of 2010 (titles marked with * were not originally written for Theme Thursday):
Obviously, this "Volume 2" post should go up sometime in January, but given the circumstances, I'll put it up now.
Submitted for the second half of 2010 (titles marked with * were not originally written for Theme Thursday):
- Blue (July 1, 2010) - Beautiful Water* (May 18, 2010)
- Help (July 15, 2010) - Living Backwards; also, His Wings Were Not Armor* (April 22, 2010)
- Light (July 29, 2010) - The Scheherazadi, Part III
- Brush (August 19, 2010) - Décolletage; also, Twenty Minutes and a Gun, Part I* (June 29, 2010)
- Equal (August 26, 2010) - And They Dance...; also, Equation* (June 8, 2010)
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Magpie Tales, 2010: Volume 1
Well, as many of you are already aware, I went ahead and joined another writing/blogging group earlier this year. Called "Magpie Tales," it was started by Willow over at Life at Willow Manor and it's similar to Theme Thursday in that you get a prompt once a week, but in lieu of words, the prompts at Magpie Tales are images. It's fun, though I don't partake in it as frequently as I should.
Pieces not originally written for Magpie Tales are marked with an asterisk.
Pieces not originally written for Magpie Tales are marked with an asterisk.
- Magpie 1 - Gray Matter
- Magpie 2 - Arson
- Magpie 3 - Weight
- Magpie 7 - A Mighty Wind* (November 24, 2009)
- Magpie 9 - Candy Girl
- Magpie 11 - Trophies for No One
- Magpie 13 - Monsty Eye; also, Beauty is in the Eye* (June 20, 2009)
- Magpie 16 - Gravity; also, Walk a Mile...* (July 23, 2009)
- Magpie 17 - Neverland* (August 26, 2009)
- Magpie 20 - Twenty Minutes and a Gun, Part I
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Tenth Daughters of Memory, 2010: Volume 1
The Tenth Daughter of Memory continues to roll along and, I must say, I've been quite pleased with the relative quality of all the participants' entries. Still some cowards lurking about who need to come out of the shadows, but the ones who've been brave enough to jump in have knocked out some seriously good stuff.
These are my contributions for the first half of 2010:
These are my contributions for the first half of 2010:
- Dirty! (early January)
- Clarity Through a Cinnamon Mist (late January)
- River of Mnemosyne Challenge, 2010 (February)
- Chapter 1: Partus Sequitur (Muse: "A Random Memory")
- Chapter 2: Alive (Muse: "Fear of Writing")
- Chapter 3: The Imagination Machines (Muse: "An Ambiance of Technology")
- Chapter 4-1: A Tautology, Part I (Muse: "Omitting Your Mistakes"
- Chapter 4-2: A Tautology, Part II
- Chapter 5: Heaven and Hell (Muse: "Of Feral Mind and Carnal Heart")
- Chapter 6: Gray Matter (Muse: "Earnest Mockery")
- Chapter 7: Upon Reflections (Muse: "Shattered Mirrors")
- Chapter 8-1: SPQR, Part I (Muse: "This Business of Jupiter")
- Chapter 8-2: SPQR, Part II
- Chapter 8-3: SPQR, Part III
- Chapter 9: Undiscovered Countries (Muse: "Infinite Possibility")
- A Corruption of Evidence (early March)
- A Shot in the Dark (late March)
- Beguiled by Night (early April)
- Hounded (late April)
- Between the Sheets (early May)
- Live Like There's No Tomorrow (late May)
- Reaching the Summit (early June)
- Merlot and Coffee (late June)
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Theme Thursdays, 2010: Volume 1
Yep, I'm still doing Theme Thursday (although I've skipped a few). It's a fun way to force creativity and the occasions in which I can combine the theme there with a Muse at The Tenth Daughter of Memory provide a bit of a challenge, as well. I can't say I'm satisfied with their resistance to "direct links," since it's practically impossible to go back and enjoy old entries, but c'est la vie. At least I can enjoy mine (the ones that don't suck, anyway):
- Polka Dots (January 7, 2010) - Amid Hints of Sensation
- Surface (January 14, 2010) - Surface; also, Gateway* (December 4, 2009)
- Bread (January 21, 2010) - Just Desserts
- Felt & Impression (January 28, 2010) - The Man in the Fedora
- Red (February 4, 2010) - Partus Sequitur; also, The Lovers Spectra* (December 18, 2009)
- Mirror (February 11, 2010) - A Tautology, Part I and A Tautology, Part II
- Bell (February 18, 2010) - SPQR, Part I
- Bottle (February 25, 2010) - On a Sea of Oatmeal
- Green (March 4, 2010) - The Window Blinks When the Mirror Sees
- Hats (March 11, 2010) - Halos
- Sign (March 25, 2010) - Shadow and Sign
- Yellow (April 1, 2010) - Yellow Butterflies* (November 5, 2009)
- Box (April 8, 2010) - Gaia's Lust
- Pink (May 6, 2010) - Correspondence
- Mystery (May 13, 2010) - The Scheherazadi, Part I
- Pets (May 20, 2010) - Sagremor; also, Incredible Journeys Home* (August 17, 2009)
- Wrinkle (May 27, 2010) - In-Love-In-Law
- White (June 3, 2010) - White Supremacists Must Be Boring* (September 18, 2006)
- Candy (June 10, 2010) - Lollies, Stupid; also, Candy Girl* (April 13, 2010)
- Camera (June 17, 2010) - Window; also, Beauty is in the Eye* (June 20, 2009)
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Write Anyways
So here they are... my most recent examples of "writing anyway." These are all the product of not having a clue or an idea in my head and simply hitting the letters on a keyboard until something (hopefully) coherent came out. Some are decent, maybe even good. Others are utter crap. Regardless, they were written under the auspices of what others call "writer's block." Which, by the way, does not exist.
For your enjoyment (or disdain):
For your enjoyment (or disdain):
Saturday, March 13, 2010
River of Mnemosyne, 2010
In case you missed it, I supervised a writing challenge of sorts over at The Tenth Daughter of Memory this past February. Basically, participants had three weeks to write or create a nine-chapter story, of which the chapter "themes" (we call them Muses) are dictated by others, and I can safely state that it kicked my ass. If you're interested in how it was set up, you can find the rules in the first February post at the site, and if you're interested in my philosophy behind the challenge, you can read the following: The "River of Mnemosyne" Challenge.
Anyway, for those intrigued, the entire "Imagination Machines" epic is linked below (no, "Imagination Machines" is most certainly not what it's called, as I've yet to settle on a title).
Enjoy! Maybe...
Anyway, for those intrigued, the entire "Imagination Machines" epic is linked below (no, "Imagination Machines" is most certainly not what it's called, as I've yet to settle on a title).
Enjoy! Maybe...
- Chapter 1: Partus Sequitur (Muse: "A Random Memory")
- Chapter 2: Alive (Muse: "Fear of Writing")
- Chapter 3: The Imagination Machines (Muse: "An Ambiance of Technology")
- Chapter 4-1: A Tautology, Part I (Muse: "Omitting Your Mistakes")
- Chapter 4-2: A Tautology, Part II
- Chapter 5: Heaven and Hell (Muse: "Of Feral Mind and Carnal Heart")
- Chapter 6: Gray Matter (Muse: "Earnest Mockery")
- Chapter 7: Upon Reflections (Muse: "Shattered Mirrors")
- Chapter 8-1: SPQR, Part I (Muse: "This Business of Jupiter")
- Chapter 8-2: SPQR, Part II
- Chapter 8-3: SPQR, Part III
- Chapter 9: Undiscovered Countries (Muse: "Infinite Possibility")
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Tenth Daughters of Memory, 2009
As some are aware, in September of 2009 I co-founded (along with my buddy over at Caffeinated Joe) a writing/blogging group called The Tenth Daughter of Memory. There's nothing much to it, of course; it's just a bunch of writers motivating each other to write by way of "friendly competition." Obviously, there's no cash prize, but the "winner" of a particular topic or theme (there's a voting process) gets to pick the follow-up topic or theme. And because of this, in my humble opinion, there is some seriously high-quality stuff being submitted.
Anyway, if there are any budding (or already budded) writers out there who are interested, feel free to check it out. Below are the topics/themes and my entry for each. There is, I can safely say, quite a variety of work from the participants. And if you're curious of how the name of the group was chosen, read this: Irreverent Irrelevance: The Tenth Daughter of Memory.
Anyway, if there are any budding (or already budded) writers out there who are interested, feel free to check it out. Below are the topics/themes and my entry for each. There is, I can safely say, quite a variety of work from the participants. And if you're curious of how the name of the group was chosen, read this: Irreverent Irrelevance: The Tenth Daughter of Memory.
- And So It Begins... (early September) - Once a Time
- Distance (late September) - Writer's Mood Revoked
- Trapped (early October) - Destination Unknown
- The Time In Between (late October) - Before & After
- Moon (early November) - The Blinking Moon
- If Geeks Ruled the World... (late November) - Men and Trees
- Threshold (early December) - Gateway
- Fear in Shattered Color (late December) - The Lovers Spectra and Exodus Lost
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Theme Thursdays, 2009
So, in mid-summer of 2009 I was turned on to a writing group called Theme Thursday. My buddy at Caffeinated Joe asked me to help him edit a piece concerned with the topic of "Funky" (check it out here). I was a bit confused at first because he was stressing out about a midnight deadline, so he explained the whole gist of the group to me.
Basically, a topic or theme is posted on a Sunday, and everyone participating needs to have their posts up the subsequent Thursday (a lot of people jump the gun, but whatever). I wasn't interested at first, even though the following week's topic was "Ghost" (which I could've done something fun with) but good ol' coffeed-up Joe convinced me to give it a shot the very next week. So I did and, with a few exceptions (mostly due to creative stagnation), I've been writing something for Theme Thursday every week. I did "cheat" one time and simply reposted an old piece rather than write a new one, and I've reposted old pieces along with new ones for particular topics, but I've marked those old pieces with asterisks (so don't whine about it).
Due to the holiday season, there's no Theme Thursday today, but if anyone is curious and has the time, check out the topics/themes along with my entries (some are fiction, some are poetry, a couple are vain attempts at defeating a lack of writer's mood). If not... eh... go back to your World of Warcraft.
Basically, a topic or theme is posted on a Sunday, and everyone participating needs to have their posts up the subsequent Thursday (a lot of people jump the gun, but whatever). I wasn't interested at first, even though the following week's topic was "Ghost" (which I could've done something fun with) but good ol' coffeed-up Joe convinced me to give it a shot the very next week. So I did and, with a few exceptions (mostly due to creative stagnation), I've been writing something for Theme Thursday every week. I did "cheat" one time and simply reposted an old piece rather than write a new one, and I've reposted old pieces along with new ones for particular topics, but I've marked those old pieces with asterisks (so don't whine about it).
Due to the holiday season, there's no Theme Thursday today, but if anyone is curious and has the time, check out the topics/themes along with my entries (some are fiction, some are poetry, a couple are vain attempts at defeating a lack of writer's mood). If not... eh... go back to your World of Warcraft.
- Stage (July 16, 2009) - A Dramatic Prologue
- Shoe (July 23, 2009) - Walk a Mile...
- Button (July 30, 2009) - Push
- Kiss (August 6, 2009) - A Kiss by Extension
- Festival (August 13, 2009) - North Countries
- Shadow (August 20, 2009) - Blink; Whisper
- Limo (August 27, 2009) - A River in Epirus
- Beginnings (September 3, 2009) - Once a Time
- Rhythm (September 10, 2009) - Linger
- Over the Hill (September 17, 2009) - Incredible Journeys Home* (August 17, 2009)
- Wild (September 24, 2009) - Writer's Mood Revoked
- Flight (October 1, 2009) - Flight Index
- Collection (October 8, 2009) - The Brothers Three
- Halloween (October 29, 2009) - Under a Hallowed Moon
- Castle (November 5, 2009) - Yellow Butterflies
- Telephone (November 12, 2009) - Phone Withdrawals
- Late (November 19, 2009) - Better Than Never
- Friend (December 3, 2009) - Through Subsequent Lives; also, An Age of Friends* (March 15, 2008)
- Snow (December 10, 2009) - The Snowbird; also, Coldscapes* (November 4, 2009) and A Dragon in Winter* (December 9, 2009)
- History (December 17, 2009) - The Heartbroken of Narcissus
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Flight Index
Well, I'm afraid I have to be a bit lazy with writing at the moment, as I'm packing up to move... off to the wild blue yonder, so to speak, tomorrow morning. Fun times.
But as I've often written about flight or the sensation of flying, I decided to offer an index of sorts to some old pieces. Feel free to read them all, or read them none. I'll be back on track in a couple of weeks, I'm sure.
Too Sexy to Fly?
- a satirical commentary on the strange decision by a flight attendant to not allow a passenger to fly based upon her attire.
Blue Wings - a creative non-fiction from days of yore.
Tales from the Airborne I: You Gotta Go When You Gotta Go - another creative non-fiction from military days.
Abandon - metaphoric prose about taking chances.
Falling Through Life Like Sky Through Rainbow - metaphoric prose about being lost in purpose.
A Dramatic Prologue - creative fiction about an airborne assault by Army paratroopers, interspersed with references from famous works of theatre.
The Whale and the Albatross - metaphoric prose about the strange journey that is life.
Oceans - biographical metaphor about sifting through choices.
Borne - descriptive piece about the diversity of Airborne paratroopers.
Stardust - poetic prose about falling in love for a brief moment in time.
As a special bonus, here's the poem version of "Stardust." Both the original and the poem were written at the same time as I couldn't decide which was better... ultimately I went with the prose, but here's the poem in all its aborted splendor:
Stardust - (August 11, 2009)
A slumbering impatience burns away
as falling star touches the crown of the world
light scatters as aimless journey finally reveals destination
there's a melancholic realization
as ground approaches quickly
this view is captured for the first and final time.
but, oh, what a view it is
An all too brief glimpse of beauty
blue and white
as friction melts away fear
her body, once imposing reflection in the distance, now inviting
a scream of triumph as youthful lust streaks through cloud
finally knowing what it means to fly
and, oh, what a flight it is
The lives of others pass by
emotion and sensation
frozen for so long and long since forgotten, or misremembered
reawaken in time to enjoy falling in love
the impact but a mere moment, in her arms
the mystery of gravity finally solved
and what a woman she is
But as I've often written about flight or the sensation of flying, I decided to offer an index of sorts to some old pieces. Feel free to read them all, or read them none. I'll be back on track in a couple of weeks, I'm sure.
Too Sexy to Fly?
- a satirical commentary on the strange decision by a flight attendant to not allow a passenger to fly based upon her attire.
Blue Wings - a creative non-fiction from days of yore.
Tales from the Airborne I: You Gotta Go When You Gotta Go - another creative non-fiction from military days.
Abandon - metaphoric prose about taking chances.
Falling Through Life Like Sky Through Rainbow - metaphoric prose about being lost in purpose.
A Dramatic Prologue - creative fiction about an airborne assault by Army paratroopers, interspersed with references from famous works of theatre.
The Whale and the Albatross - metaphoric prose about the strange journey that is life.
Oceans - biographical metaphor about sifting through choices.
Borne - descriptive piece about the diversity of Airborne paratroopers.
Stardust - poetic prose about falling in love for a brief moment in time.
As a special bonus, here's the poem version of "Stardust." Both the original and the poem were written at the same time as I couldn't decide which was better... ultimately I went with the prose, but here's the poem in all its aborted splendor:
Stardust - (August 11, 2009)
A slumbering impatience burns away
as falling star touches the crown of the world
light scatters as aimless journey finally reveals destination
there's a melancholic realization
as ground approaches quickly
this view is captured for the first and final time.
but, oh, what a view it is
An all too brief glimpse of beauty
blue and white
as friction melts away fear
her body, once imposing reflection in the distance, now inviting
a scream of triumph as youthful lust streaks through cloud
finally knowing what it means to fly
and, oh, what a flight it is
The lives of others pass by
emotion and sensation
frozen for so long and long since forgotten, or misremembered
reawaken in time to enjoy falling in love
the impact but a mere moment, in her arms
the mystery of gravity finally solved
and what a woman she is
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