Ten beautiful things you can do while procrastinating on your novel: Refill your coffee Try and find just the right music, but spend twenty minutes discovering new music Check your email Touch up your pedicure Read someone else's blog on creativity Check your voicemail Refill your coffee Straighten up your desk Refill your coffee Put... Continue Reading →
Felina walked along the edge of the large pond, feeling sad and brave at the same time. I wonder if there are any fish in this pond? she thought to herself. She knelt at the edge of the pond and dipped her hand into the water and felt around. Something grazed her hand and she... Continue Reading →
I almost didn't go to the show, reasoning I'd seen John Doe plenty of times as the lead man of the LA punk band X. I like is solo work, but I just wasn't that motivated to drag my butt out to see a guy I'd seen so many times before. However, the show was... Continue Reading →
All I want for you, is everything. I want you to shed the expectations of everyone who has a role for you, and be who you are. I hope you have a few close friends who can appreciate the beauty of evolution, but if you don't, I hope you are in awe of your own... Continue Reading →
I catch a glimpse of Miles walking towards the car in the rear view mirror and my breath catches. For a moment it had been his dad's image in the mirror. Perhaps it's the way he carries the load of snacks in his arms while holding a bag of beef jerky between his teeth. Or it’s the... Continue Reading →
My bed is a raft Afloat on a wide river Meandering between willow trees and cotton puff skies Drifting along, without intent You are by my side The sun warms our skin Our minds at ease We float past an abondoned shack A dwelling of disappointment "Don't be sad," you tell me... Continue Reading →
Click, click, click. I backed up and changed the setting on my camera. I was working on a series of photos called, “Natural Beauty, Man-made Ugly.” I liked to juxtapose hideous with beautiful, such as a great blue heron posed on an oil rig, or a wild flower sprouting from a pile of... Continue Reading →
Nothing good ever occurs to me at four a.m. Bukowski sits in the corner, smoking, mocking me. “You’ve never been ugly and it makes you trite.” “Fuck you Bukowski. Just because you’re mean and ugly, you think that makes you deep?” He does a hand gesture that implies, "possibly". There is a cat sleeping on... Continue Reading →
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