Gregory D. Welch
Bio
Kentucky poet & scribbler. Inspiring creatives to live a creative lifestyle. Creating with courage, passion, & purpose-fueled growth. Progress over perfection.
Stories (54/0)
How To Be the Amazing Poet You Always Wanted to Be and Know Down Deep You Can Be
Let you in on a secret. I didn’t think I’d ever consider myself a writer of poetry, much less a poet. And to let my guard down. even more, I don’t have it all figured out. Truth is, I won’t ever figure it all out even if I live to see 100. Neither will you, and that’s OK.
By Gregory D. Welch2 years ago in Poets
Dear Santa, I Really Need a New Laptop and a Few Other Things This Year…
Dear Santa, Yeah, I’m like 30 years too old to probably have this letter approved, but, seriously, I broke my laptop’s keyboard last year and still haven’t gotten it fixed (Ok, Ok, sure, I got a new keyboard to plug in, but underneath that neon-lit keyboard is a keyboard that still can’t type the letter “m”).
By Gregory D. Welch2 years ago in Humans
- Top Story - December 2021
- Top Story - December 2021
Holiday Survival Guide: This is How to (Properly) Argue with Your Drunk UncleTop Story - December 2021
You probably shouldn’t argue with your family during the holidays, buuuut if you do, here’s how you do it right. Look, let’s be real, we all have that one (or ten) family members that just get under your skin after a few too many eggnogs. Am I right? And they tend to follow a sort of unspoken pattern to carry out their plan for ultimate pain-in-the-assness.
By Gregory D. Welch2 years ago in Families
5 Tips for Poets: How to Improve Your Poetry Writing Skills
Nothing beats the feeling I get when I sit down to write a poem. Especially if something really unique catches my attention. I love it when an idea gets sparked, or any number of other things all come together, and I find myself thinking, this would make a good line in a poem.
By Gregory D. Welch3 years ago in Poets
The Pear Tree in Unit 15
The letter came in an envelope more fit for a theater than the shit heap storage rental property it came from. Jason had just been fired from his fifth job this year when it showed up. He had applied to well over seventy-two jobs and been on at least half as many job interviews. He had a lot of good handshakes, half promises and the one or two interviews that led to something fell apart before turning into anything good. But this big fancy letter showed up and Jason just knew it was going to change his life.
By Gregory D. Welch3 years ago in Fiction
The Frozen Pond
It was the Dog Days of August when the creeks all dried up. What water was left went sour and the little pond up at Joe Parker's farm - the farm nearest mine and Nelly's childhood home - had gone green with stink and lack of stir, everything that late summer was an ugly mix of hot sweat and humidity.
By Gregory D. Welch3 years ago in Fiction
