I have far too many books. Far #2ManyBooks Too many to read in one month, or one day, one afternoon a plenty, one year or decade. I read a few at a time: one here and one there; how many more, … Continue reading #2ManyBooks. A Poem.
When I read good poetry I want to write good poetry But my feeble affectations And wanton masturbations Pale to insignificance When compared to Browning, Whitman, Yeats I yearn to write good poetry The way I yearn to read good … Continue reading Poetry. A poem.
Insecurity and self deprecationCan't save you when you think this wayWhen the words don't flow Or make it to the pageIn the way you wanted them toMaybe you won't post itBut in the end you doBecause it's good enoughSo read it once more throughYes, it's good enoughGood enough for you Continue reading Good Enough. A poem.
Dawn peeks in through the blinds, seeking the one behind Laying here in bed, yet to face sun and sky Yet to feel the warmth and to stretch arms wide Yet to start the day, nothing changed by the night No miraculous cures or incredible saves Nothing more than pleasures we indelibly crave When your feet hit the floor, sunlight leads the way Every morning follows night Every night follows day Continue reading Dawn. A poem.
Here’s another short piece I recently wrote for uni. The exercise was to create some realistic dialogue. Hope you like it. Continue reading The Diff. A short tale.
I felt the rain more deeply than ever before It flowed like chaotic capillaries down my face It mingled with tears, a salty, alchemical mix It touched my tongue, combined saliva and cotton mouth It washed me clean of tragic irony and bittersweet regret And when it stopped I stood there dripping, alone as always Contemplating when it would fall on me again Would I accept its cold, cleansing embrace Or would I shrink away to a warmer, dryer place This poem is another experiment for me. I’ve been trying out different free verse structures and meters, and … Continue reading Rain. A Poem.
Following is an email from Steph Spector, director of contests and conferences at Gotham Writers Workshop. If you’re a new writer and would like to enter this competition, click on the link below. Hi Steve! Gotham Writers Workshop (is a) creative writing school based in New York City and online. I’m on Steve Still Standing because I was searching for writing blogs on WordPress, and yours came up. I was reading some of your poetry—it seems like you’re passionate about the craft of storytelling, and I thought you might be interested in sharing Gotham’s newest creative writing contest with your followers. … Continue reading Be The Hero Contest (Gotham Writers Workshop)
The mirror image was unflattering. She had been trying on dresses for the last hour. They always looked better on the rack and in the fitting rooms before she bought them. She knew there was something about the mirrors in stores. Like the ones at carnivals, but warping everything to look better (maybe she should get one installed…). It looked like jeans and a blouse were a better option. Three changes later and she was satisfied. Black skinny jeans (almost a miracle needed to get them on; not quite the parting of the Red Sea, but almost) and a billowy … Continue reading Date Night. A short tale.
I don’t normally write “flash fiction”, but I could get used to it. Continue reading Awake. A short tale.
Divorce is a major upheaval for anyone going through it. A gamut of emotions, some good, some bad. In the end, it’s often the best thing. To move on. To have a fresh start.
It’s not always that easy to see at the time, though. Continue reading The Day. A poem.
I’ve been writing for a short while. Obviously, I am now an expert and need to share my accrued wisdom with the world. Yes, that was a joke. Continue reading Writing. Some basics. Use ‘em or lose ‘em.
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