Every once in a while, on days like today when I either can't think of something to write, or I know what I want to write but it's not coming out easily or the way I want to see it happen, I take some time to look back over things I've already written. I'm usually … Continue reading Author’s Reflection
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Barrier-Fog
Sometimes, there is a barrier-fog in my brain. It frustrates me, because it lets me see what I want to work on. Everything is blurred and refracted, but I still know it’s there; I have a concept of what my goal is, even though the barrier-fog makes it hard to see clearly. Sometimes the goal … Continue reading Barrier-Fog
Opera
Tonight, I will be performing on stage in a show for the first time. I have performed on stage before. I've been doing it since, oh, elementary school, I suppose, or perhaps the seventh grade — whenever it was that I had my first band concert. I began learning to play the flute in the … Continue reading Opera
Glass
When water fills a glass, and it fills that glass perfectly, with no air inside and the water is clear and still and the light is hitting the glass just right — is it not hard to see the water, and the fullness? It looks, from certain angles, as though the glass is empty: not … Continue reading Glass
Favorite Days
My favorite days are not those which are filled with golden light, where the sun streams unhindered down from above through the lens of a sky the blue of a baby’s eye; where the grass seems to glow a vibrant green, and a faint breeze carries the scent of summer flowers in full bloom, and … Continue reading Favorite Days
But
Sometimes I think I’ll just but wait maybe I’ll but this is right in front of me it needs doing. I should do this. Look I’m doing it. I’m getting it done and What happened? How is it twenty minutes later? Why did I even do those other things Where did they come from? Okay … Continue reading But
Corpse
There is a corpse in my yard, splayed across the grass. In a way, it is beautiful, the way its limbs twist around one another, twined together in death in a way they never touched in life. In death I can see its bright insides, shining out like a beacon calling for aid, for respite … Continue reading Corpse
