The man was tired of the village. He found the company of others disappointing. The village itself was noisy and filled with awful smells. He had been there for 18 days. He felt that it was now wearing on him. He looked out to the hundreds of trees sprinkled over rolling hills. Dense and thickly…
Tag: creative writing
quiet thunder by the water
The crack of thunder. Low rumbling. Purple grey skies, and it was raining. Not the kind that hurt or splashed into your eyes, but a steady thin stream from everywhere as if to be cleansed. The girl walking through the forest cast her face to the sky. Listening to the quiet thunder. Distant rumbling. The…
tiger
tiger lying by a pool of clear water in the sun swishing his tail with this expression on his face like he’s bored but maybe he’s just cozy tiger closes his eyes and yawns sharp teeth huge claws retract tiger opens his eyes squinting brow furrowing he sees something shifts onto his shoulder and grabs…
walking
Sun peering through the forest and as she walked down the path, rays of light glinted across her eyes. Leaves lightly rustling and and breeze brushed against her face. In the morning, everything was quiet. She moved forward with soft steps, trying to be silent. She watched the world around her. In this moment, she…
moon guide
Clouds across the moon Transparent curtain But behind the grey a bright shining light That radiates out as if to say Hi! I’m here! Don’t forget about me! So that even in dark days There it is Still as mysterious and luminous As the night before Moon says Sweet dreams! And watches over us as…
from a great height
In the depths of the ocean there is a sea cave that is not far from where water touches land. Still, its far enough that you would havr to take a boat to be directly above it. This sea cave is where people lived, once upon a time, that is. From a great height, the…
drift
drift as if wind blows through long-bladed grass waving back and forth drift as if grains of sand would roll onto one another holding each other up while some tumble freely downward drift as if softness were tangible feeling coolness and warmth and the rainbow of sensations in between drift and float to the surface…
nighttime questions
what do you do with the whispers in your head? thinking all the time and never stopping to trust that inside you know you better than anyone else what are you capable of if you never try? desiring the change to come from everything outside to believe that by moving one step forward you’d be…
healing
sometimes you stumble across a piece of your life that gives you a tremendous amount of pain inwardly the emotional self wants to scream or cry but the disciplined self keeps you quiet and breathing staring straight head and the one thrashes around while the other stays still the other one doesn’t ignore the pain…
and to dance
as if i was moving through space with my hands like movement was my language when i drift side to side by side and then look up and see dedication within each purposeful step and i could bend my knees make a welcoming gesture and look before me out to the world like the world…
The Dynamics of Groove 