Say It Straight
Welcome to my life. I am an aspiring author who sometimes just needs to see my ideas in writing. That is, after all, what I do. And other times, I just need somewhere to put my brain so it doesn't walk off with an idea. That said, thanks for coming!
Saturday, June 27, 2015
Writing by the Dying Light of the Afternoon
Wednesday, May 13, 2015
Moving On
Saturday, February 7, 2015
Portrait of My Father
Sunday, November 30, 2014
‘Twas the Night Before Nano (A Tribute to Another Failed Novel)
Saturday, October 25, 2014
Noise
The dog's barking grates on my nerves
I hear her echoing through the house
And wonder how no one else has woken up
In the midst of all the noise
I realize how much silence is lost in a day
We spend so long and expend so much effort
Trying to find the right things to say
We waste time
Filling awkward pauses with intellectual silence
And not appreciating the resounding quiet
The moment after the last note rings out
And no one is sure whether the song is over
Is beautiful
Or accidentally walking into
A stunning sunrise
Is breathtaking
Yet we try to find time to ignore the wordless
Always needing something to distract our minds
Large amounts of white noise that fill a space
But what is it all worth?
I try to find the time for silence
But this world just won't stop talking
And it's blinding out my search for solitude
With the deafening roar of indifference
I can't hear You above the noise
That calls out to me every waking moment
Although sometimes, when I least expect it,
I find a moment of peace
Listen, the dog has stopped barking
Monday, October 20, 2014
Portrait of My Mother
Happy birthday, Mom. I love you.
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
Stopping the Rain
The drizzle picked up, and the gutter flowed more rapidly. I found it amusing how the left side of the wall was dry because the rain had blown in at an angle. For as much as it was coming, even the water was unable to touch what science said it could not.
I found myself wishing I could go back in time, or at least to another place where time seemed to stand still and life paused. The silence I felt was complete, even amongst the noise of the world around me awakening to the sky's calling.
I leaned my body against the wooden post supporting the awning. The coolness felt good next to the humidity of the air. A breath of wind, and the smell of new earth met my nose. The dog, too, was deep in investigation of something she had found. For her, rain was a new adventure, something more to discover.
The impossibility of existence hit me in a wave. First came the feeling of awe as I gazed at the hazy mountains in the distance. Even they were helpless against the mist. Then, the realization that my life is only a minor character in other's stories. They do not care about the intricate workings of me because they are not me, and they are not God. With that idea sparked another, that I am impossibly insignificant. I will walk this earth once but no matter what I do, the world will continue on without stopping. It will absorb my absence when the time comes, and at that time I will not be missed. I am not an essential part of the planet because man is so helplessly small and man is not God. Who I am and what I do is nothing when lined up next to eternity.
The rain continued to pound against my consciousness, beating into me that I could do nothing to prevent it from doing so. I breathed a sigh of relief as the notion came to me.
Trying to control life is just as pointless as trying to stop the rain.