Tag Archives: creative writing

Evening Poem, January 9, 2019

I saw a redbird in a bush this January day The bush was bare branches, brittle twigs Grey as the winter sky And the bright bird perched within, alone Like a beating heart Like the fire of life in some … Continue reading

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The First Day of Winter

On the first day of winter he awoke and stood at his window and looked out on his fields wet with rain.  It had taken him longer this year to clean the banks and hillsides.  He no longer went at … Continue reading

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Inside the Cavern

As they neared the top of the hill they came out from under the forest and stood before a great rock face that arched back into the hillside like the end of some huge stadium.  Rachel stood now in the … Continue reading

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(And now for) The Rest Of The Story

My last few posts have been segments from my novel in (very slow) progress.  If you’ve read these late posts, you may want to get a taste of what came before to familiarize yourself with the story and the characters.  … Continue reading

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Facing David Dunnigan

Rachel stood by the tall windows and looked out onto the river in the late twilight.  On this winter evening the river would remain grey as the sky until nightfall when it would shine black as the wet pelt of … Continue reading

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Morning Poem, Nov. 16, 2018

I watch the wind drive the smoke west from my neighbor’s chimney Like tongues of fire And listen to Marvin Gaye sing about getting it on While I fry my eggs My yard is covered in the leaves of the … Continue reading

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Arrival in Brussels

The strange sky, the flat horizon, the north wind, the languages being spoken by the workmen attending the plane.    The ten-foot-high walls of bladed snow along the edges of the runways and the gigantic, orange snowplows and trucks at rest … Continue reading

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Evening Poem, November 14, 2018

On another grey afternoon We hide from the cold wind Here among the scents of woodfire and stew We think this day is like any other Until we see them through the window These strange birds In a strange formation, … Continue reading

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A Look At The Creative Process

Readers; I have the great good fortune to be a member of the Shelton College Review.  That may be a little less glorious than the name might suggest.  This “organization” consists of three local writers: myself, Andrew Spradling, and Joseph … Continue reading

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Night Post, February 15, 2018

      Don’t go out into that night. My gosh, Susan, only down the street.  Light everywhere.  You know every house here.  What is wrong? Just don’t go.  Not now.  Not tonight. I won’t, of course.  But why?  Why … Continue reading

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