The Writing Spot

writing spotAthletes have their pre-game rituals. Performers have their pre-show regime. Writers have their spot.

The writing spot provides focus and inspiration. It is the writer’s retreat from the world where words move from the imagination to the page.

I think I can say with confidence that every writer has the spot even if it exist only in their mind, because location or money prohibit the imaginative spot from existing. Read more

Sounds of the Soul

Sounds of the Soul

The sounds of the world are an untuned orchestra —
a crying baby clashing with the hum of a bee’s wings.
Just as crashing cymbals jar the soothing purr of an oboe.
How does a crashing wave rhythmically coasting across the sand accompany the honks of a NYC cab?
To the ear —
the sounds of the world are a cacophony.
To the soul —
the sounds of the world are in harmony.

 

– Inspired by reading Lit by Mary Karr.

*Featured image credit to cbmd on Flickr.

Philosophizing Smiles

Philosophizing Smiles

The evening breeze cooled my sticky, sweat soaked skin as I swatted at the mosquitos in search of a meal. A welcomed chill ran up my spine as I glanced up at the summer stars above the rickety, wooden balcony that provided me a seat. The boy across from me rearranged the cement block he rested on, catching my attention. I breathed in the smell of salt and dirt coming from his sun-stained and tired body. A smirk crept across my lips as I watched his muscles tense and release in an effort to find comfort sitting on cement. Read more

Phobia

Phobia

*This monologue was an assignment for a theatre class I took in middle school. Eventually I wrote a one-act play, which was performed by the class. Sadly, the word document of the play was corrupted and there was no back-up copy. It was very funny and well received. I wish I could post the script for you to read. 

(Spot shins on – Two arms chairs. One side-table with a glass of water.)

(enter stage right)

I know I’m late, but I’ve discovered a new phobia. I now have amaxophobia, fear of riding in vehicles. I know, I know you’re gonna think that I just discovered this one on the internet, but I didn’t. I seriously sat in the care and just couldn’t bring myself to turn the key. Think about it; all those crazy accidents you hear about. (sits in chair closest to stage right) Read more

Art of Time

Art of Time

hues of black and white
splashed with colors bright,
illustrate memories of a life
haunted by joy and strife.

brush strokes twist and bend
tableus of life until its end.
images unseen with outward eyes
express the experience of human ties.

but oils begin to melt
as times fades each event ever felt.
whispering thoughts of the past
dissolve memories that cannot last.
yet, each canvas shall remain
awaiting —

 another painting stain.