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Continue reading →: Ping-Pong Played Correctly
Read time: 2 mins. It took a ping-pong ball brushing against her cheek and Isabelle almost knocking her over for Nasrin to accept Virginia’s advice about watching from the doorway rather than the couch in the middle of the room. It happened that all four balls went towards one side…
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Continue reading →: The Weeds on the WallRead time: 1 Min. A narrative poem featured in my work-in-progress novel The Song and the Tempest In solitude she gardened quietly, Julrane, the Dweller of the Sea, Though she never felt alone, For the plants made her gardens home. She treated them as confidants And talked to them as…
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Continue reading →: Embrace the Woodland VoidRead time: 1 min. If you scream in the forest and no one’s there to hear it, then you’ve figured out what screaming into the void means. Have you walked alone out here because you couldn’t handle their voices – ringing, pinging, liking, reposting – – buzzkill workaholic; work harder…
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Continue reading →: Transition to WakingRead time: 2 mins. “She woke before her alarm clock went off, per the norm. Not enought to strictly qualify as bright-eyed yet, but enough to realize she’d exited her dreamscape and surfaced back in reality.” She was hearing her internal monologue as third-person narration again. Each perception registered in…
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Continue reading →: Novel Excerpt: Sketching UncertaintyRead time: 1 min. An excerpt from my work-in-progress novel The Song and the Tempest Isabelle studies her sketch of her newly-found mother. It feels almost unearthly to finally draw the woman who’s stayed a mystery for so long. She still can’t get the eyebrows quite right, though. There’s also too…
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Continue reading →: Guided Self-TourRead time: 1 min. Look at this painting standing on your head, or view it reflected in another frame’s glass. Imagine new colors for it; imagine odd colors for it. Squint, give it side-eye. Hold it up to the light if you like! Go now and decide your distortion. Get…
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Continue reading →: One Bard to AnotherRead time: 1 min. Continuing, years later, with the speaker from “The Last Living Ghost on the River.” The locket slips off my neck. I try to catch it, stagger, fall into an eagerly waiting hole. I cough a single blooddrop as the locket snaps open. Manuscripts fly from its…
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Continue reading →: The StepRead time: 1 min. She stood in the doorway, looking at the path in front of her, imagining the miles ahead, the costly resources she’d need, the strangers she’d meet on her way, and how she’d rely on their goodwill. She thought of how far point B stood from point…
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Continue reading →: Coffee GroundsRead time: 1 min. Brown paper bag, lighthouse on the label; am I the ship or the rocks? Lace-patterned pewter spoon. Clear French press through which to view the ceiling lights on the grinder’s stainless blades. Lightening of the bag; makeshift maraca. Crunching vibrations of powdering beans. Steam from the…
Hello,
I’m David
I’m a full time Instructional Systems Designer and a free time Creative Writer. I hold a PhD in instructional design and development, an MA in writing, and a BA in writing and theology. My current creative focus is on honoring nature and our connection to our environment. My pronouns are he/they.
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