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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…
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Continue reading →: Novel Excerpt: Which Question?Read time: 2 min. An excerpt from my work-in-progress novel The Song and the Tempest Isabelle sits on the balcony, waiting. She zips her jacket as the January winds start to come through. A light breeze blocker sufficiently keeps out the first slight chill she’s felt since last February. It…
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Continue reading →: The Sirens’ SongbookRead time: 1 min. Inspired by the writings of Marilyn Monroe. Tattered nets on crumpled ships. What do sirens want to sing? Our cobbled songbook, speared. What do sirens want to sing? A songbook stitched from bottled notes. What do sirens want to sing? Bottles smashed by Ocean’s depth. What…
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Continue reading →: Novel Excerpt: Restoring MemoriesRead time: 1 min. The opening from my work-in-progress novel The Song and the Tempest After the storm clouds have passed, Nasrin and Julrane will walk under the waves in a sunken island community. Coral will have overrun most of the island’s cities. Only some scraps of walls, a few…
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Continue reading →: No KingsRead time: 1 min Most crowns are jaggedbecause they’re really weapons. Finery is theft. That’s it. That’s the point. This poem’s not an art piece; it’s a clear statement. There’s no metaphor: a tyrant’s just a tyrant, even presidents. To the loyalists: “loyalty” won’t save a soul once one person…
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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