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easy

haha… i was trying to get my story-poem in before midnight, so this is pretty out there, but whatever. at least i gave it a shot! missed my self-imposed deadline by a minute, but then, i supposed i wrote earlier in the day (though not on the blog) so that probably counts too… 🙂 ok…

we watched the sun over the water

I guess I’m on a kick where I’m writing stories that take place in previous stories I wrote… Or at least in the worlds they were from… How meta. 🙂 This is one from a tv pilot I’d started writing a while back that I haven’t gotten very far into, but who knows maybe this…

entwined

This is inspired by a play i started a while back. The two were dressed all in black. Skin tight. Shadows around their eyes and half their faces in the darkness of the warehouse. bright lights that changed colors, patterns. Flashes and spotlights. The two, motionless like a tableau, like statues. Expressionless, stoic faces. Not…

the girl in the forest

This was the 102nd day she traveled back to the house in the woods to wait for whoever or whatever kept the light in the window going. She sometimes let her imagination wander and like a group of little sprites it would send her down a path wondering how it happened. Was it a spirit or…

to be fast

behind the wheel of the car she drives so fast that lights become a blur and just other flashes within the night hug the curve and it’s easy to go from place to place smoothly into darkness heading forward not back never back always forward always driving fast doesn’t matter how fast as long as…

the winds that move

overcast day and the wind moves through grass like a soft flute that sounds the blend of shadows parade across the sky waves that move matching clouds they mirror each other grey and silver mixed with vibrant blue pierces and yet soothes the eyes watching the dance the interplay from far away

song selector

i play the music and select the songs there’s a crate next to me and it contains every emotion i plan to hit this evening out of all the songs on all the albums art within art of pairing the right song with the right moment out of all the songs on all the albums…

poem for starlight

in the night sky i can trace my finger and find the shapes that make a map the stars feel bumpy to the touch but smooth and warm i can tell they are bright when i look at them i see purple and blue and i could dive right into the deepness of them i…

nightime flowers

She twirled the little flower by pressing her fingers together. She brought it to her nose inhaling the scent. She laid back and stretched the flower above her then let it fall into her hair. She did this until her hair was decorated with little flowers. She looked at the sky and thought how it…

as the bandage came off

The woman had bandages around her back and her arm. She didn’t bleed any longer. The wound had mended. Instead, a heavy stiffness and ache permeated her body. She had fevered dreams. While she slept she sweated the sickness out. She jolted and turned in her sleep as if even her dreams gave her no…