Free, the murmuration rises New with every beating breath; Living stream of grace and beauty Pulsing, flowing, length and breadth Shifting geometric daring Without planning or preparing. Force this pure cannot be harnessed. Caged, the beauty stills and dies; Creativity is living And it must be free to rise. Let it go, release, unhand it;…
Category: Writing
What Will Be Your Measure of Success?
It’s taken me three dozen years to get here, but I finally know what I value the most in this world. It’s not respect, although I enjoy that immensely and it’s definitely high on my list. Not money – I’d like enough to never have to think about it again, but no more. Fame is…
Just Maybe.
Four years ago, I wrapped my battered hope in sorrow and despair and carefully placed it on a dark shelf behind my Will. I went about my days, then, drearily; I could not see the future for the gloom and as time trundled on I near forgot that hope had ever sung, or spread its…
How to Make Friends
File this one under “Adulthood isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.” I don’t have a lot of experience making friends. Most of the time, if I have a friend, it is because they are an extrovert and they adopted me. But if I thought making friends as a child was rough, it paled in…
Butterscotch Memories
The first time I tasted butterscotch I was at my best friend, J’s, house. Her mom had let us make cookies, and instead of chocolate chips we added butterscotch ones. For me, it was love at first taste. Like everything else about J’s house, butterscotch was warmly comforting and slightly exotic. As the oldest of…
The 7 Key Differences Between X, Y and Z
A writing prompt listicle. First of all, this is a ridiculous premise, the idea of finding differences between three different things. It’s easy to compare two things in myriad ways, but three things? I don’t know enough about any three things to write a good comparison article. So, here is the most random listicle you…
Blank Spaces and Untrodden Snow
You want to know what makes me nervous? Nothing. Stretches of nothing make me nervous. The great plains with their endless horizons. A fresh journal. A blank canvas. A day with no urgent plans. A new, untarnished year. For most of my existence I pictured my life as a book that was being written as…
The Earth does not Burn
I wrote this poem over the summer. Since my city has been literally on fire for over a week, it’s been running through my head. Maybe it will mean something to you too. The Earth does not burn. Though the fire rage, Flames searing life from limb, And though a thousand small creatures are smoked…
Some Kind of Love
I get it. You love him. He’s your whole world. You don’t even know what you would do without him; him, with his confidence and successes and experience and smarts and level-headedness. You are, after all, flighty; overemotional at best, a bit naive; flawed, really, and so lucky that he loves you and takes care…
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