Tag: writer

Paint: Part 2

This week I managed to pen out four poems instead of three. New record! Each of the four poems that I wrote, have this symbolic connection to paint. A beautiful connection. It is this bridge that allows people to cross from the present into… Continue Reading “Paint: Part 2”

Painting a Picture

This week has been busy. Exceptionally busy. Busy enough that I shouldn’t be sitting at the computer writing this right now but oh well. Honestly if I wasn’t busy I don’t think I would be able to survive. It’s how I’m wired. Anyway, because… Continue Reading “Painting a Picture”

Paint 

It was a tough decision trying to decide what theme to pick this week.  Ultimately I gave up on the hope of thinking of something.  Later it involved glancing at a garage of peeling paint and exclaiming to the neighborhood birds “I got it!… Continue Reading “Paint “

Whispers: Part 5

Secrets For Life Secrets Secrets, So many lies. Where they will put you, down down under

Whispers: Part 3

This poem is called Whisper Killings. I published this in a previous post, but I love this poem. I wrote this to directly cull what I see in a whispers theme. Note: Also if you look at the poem sideways it looks like a sound wave… Continue Reading “Whispers: Part 3”

Whispers: Part 2

Part of this theme exercise is to explore themes that I am unfamiliar with. I have to dissect them and formulate an opinion, out of that opinion will come small chops of creative work. My ultimate goal is to provide myself a better understanding… Continue Reading “Whispers: Part 2”

Whispers: Part 1

Since I’m investigating theme I think it’s important before I do anything else to figure out where I stand on whispers.  I watched way too many horror movies growing up. It’s safe to say whispers rarely lead to happy places in the movie perspective.… Continue Reading “Whispers: Part 1”

Theme and All Its Horror

I am not one to explore theme. When structuring a novel I stick to one genre and include multiple underlying themes. With a motif or two. I stick in my little bubble. Lately I’ve been getting this writerly itch. Maybe it’s my time to… Continue Reading “Theme and All Its Horror”

Whisper Killings

CHIRP! CHIRP! Come nothingness. Bloody cries, Dry cut. Stiff trails, Edging the wind. Sins, Spilt from the mind, Doused in fruitless routine. Trees, Giants in frequent darkness. A forest scene, In typical reprise. Day becomes night, Figures become shadows. Shadows whisper, Until shadows scream.… Continue Reading “Whisper Killings”

Habitual

I don’t like to think of myself as a habitual monster. I like spontaneity. Having no plans, living in the moment. Breathing in life as it comes. But if you are as forgetful as I am, being spontaneous is a hopeless illusion of another… Continue Reading “Habitual”