Tag: creative writing
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On Low For 8 Hours
“If you slow-cook the same soup on low for 8 hours for 30 years, what will you end up with? I became a teacher because the braise was causing my meat to fall off the bone. I was tender… but gelatinous.”
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The Bête Bricoleur
I can write about Cerberus—The Performer, The Gatekeeper, and The Ice Monarch—because at various points in my career, I have tried to be them. We are often drawn to the masks we admire, or the ones we fear we lack.
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Twisted Sonnet
I sat with my coffee and journal this morning and was feeling iambic. At first I was afraid my iron was low, but the hemogleebinglobbinglobin all the while and it was then I realized I was straining a terrible pun way beyond its tensile strength (you tensile! Fork you!)… but I digress… my puns are…
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Wherein He Gets Out Of His Own Head
And as long as I can create something in the face of madness, I feel that I am. Things fly apart… the center cannot hold. In the personal and the global, it can feel like slouching toward oblivion. But where trauma once triggered fight or flight, I’ve found a new tool. I’ve learned to create.…
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Surfing The Phoenix
Ego rides the crest, surfing the Phoenix wave Westward with the sun.
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Wisdom Begins At Foxwoods
Wonder. Wisdom begins with wonder. I wonder why my mind wanders, but wonder never wanders, leaping when it lingers. Have you ever had a new fact open your eyes to a reality that wasn’t there before? This is viral knowledge—once acquired, it becomes known and owned, carried through life like an inoculation.
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This Soft Seat
I am inspired by the shade beneath this tree. At this moment ’tis the place to be. The Autumn sun and gently falling leaves Me mentally chilled with every sigh I breathe The buildings reach above the tallest branches But the gentle souls with veins of rouge and blanches Mirror networks of circulation and retreat…