Creative Writing

As I walk the path of a depressed suburban wood Muddy route baked mosaic where no shadows touch Silk catches flashes in debris on trees laid by flood While heron gamely sings its double dutch Bubbling from muddy waters attempt to de-confine Calls me forth in recognition Both slunk low. Persistent down-climb Retreat from hilltop forts’ derision In a valley beneath shadow of cultural demise Gentle breaths channel down rent canal Draws ache from bone, shutters eyes Low whistle contravenes chorale

If there was ever a bird more perfect for a speed contest of who could swear the most in a minute’s time, it would have been Floyd, the resident cockatoo at the country vet clinic I worked at. …

Perfectly painted eyes that no one looks at. Portrait. Nearly escaping lay awake captured by your energy signal. Receptive to the rhythm of life. Glancing at your beauty through the web. Ashes twirling in the wind but we can’t look away.

This is what you should do instead Wondering why you are so much of a writer, you read your write-ups and you feel like the internet is going to buzz when you eventually share your post. …

Failing to Plan and Outline your Speech. The reason some presenters go out to present and the suck is simply because they failed to plan and felt that they should wing it. Doing this only sets you up for disaster. Always take out time to carefully plan and outline your…

From my perspective trips are a blur A poof of smoke and a month removed Squarish snap shot sun burns to prove A little time away with a shell of a home The rush of wind on an old back road A few souvenirs with bags to unload Go off the diet and see a new place Re-freshen your person and loosen the pace They go in a flash and revolve through the door From the rear view wisdom I wish I had more