UltramarineWhen the sky comes callingYou can feel it on your skin.The way it crawls up from belowAs thoughts begin to swim.Some welcome it with open arms,The gift of Heaven's love.Others strain and fight the pull,Untrusting the above.She gives no promise, joy, or pain,That's not her part to play.The sky simply opens for the heartOnly you can choose to stay.
September 29thBiking to and from school, I hear the lake slap waves against the sand.People catch fish.Dogs leap into the shallows.
OperaA shrilling till that strikes a single chord to waver, wobble, echoing from deep within your diaphragm-The gradual sucking breath to fill a giant red balloon; expanded, inside the heady hot white ball of your singular existence-Ephemeral heat, swelling, raising hairs along your legs and arms and neck to sizzle sharply at the base of your skull-Feelings of flight and wind beneath your brow as full-moon faces turn on slowly rotating dowel rods to gaze in your direction-Pupils dilate as neurons electrocute synapses, sparking wildfires to catch and burn long trails over and across your cerebellum- Rushing red-hot breath bubbling like flame: up and up, boiling with it all manner of hope and life and purpose-Slowly comes a gradual, fluttering, single solitary-Note.
Couleur Sans Couleur IIIAs the crying gulls skitter to and froCalling silently to a world of stark and whiteSaline drifting from the salt flatsDaisies huddled by the roadsideCalling silently to a world of stark and whiteRolling hills and barren parking lotsDaisies huddled by the roadsidePeaking up from between old tiresRolling hills and barren parking lotsUpturned carts wound round in vinesPeaking up from between old tiresHot winds blows down low in the prairie
How To Write A StoryWriting a book is an adventure. To begin with, it is a toy and an amusement. Then it becomes a mistress, then it becomes a master, then it becomes a tyrant. The last phase is that just as you are about to be reconciled to your servitude, you kill the monster, and fling him to the public.-Sir Winston ChurchillNow that we've gotten that out of the way....Hello, and welcome to Cooking With The Authors! This is the show where we bring an aspiring author to our stage, set them in an electric chair, and give them the basics to writing a story. If they do it right, their novel or what have you is published. If they turn out trash not unlike the bet sellers of today, well, our contestants get to have a nice little meeting with Old Sparky! Today, our contestant is... you, the reader!No, not really. I wish there was such a game-show, but who in their right mind would be a contestant on that show? Although, I know I'm being fairly hypocritical here. If th