Because I was born with a disability, I was never able to keep up with my peers, so I spent most of my time reading and dreaming. Dreaming more than anything. From those dreams, stories emerged, and so began my love affair with writing.
It is unexpected and uninvited, As sudden as a pan flash. First, there is distraction And then dissonance, And then disconnection.
My city is aflame. A thick, apathetic fire Burns through the mortar, Laps at the bricks. What does not burn blackens
From the Cave to the Page
Language has been a major part of our social evolution, completely altering the course of human life. We have evolved from a series of grunts and gesticulations to a deeply articulated language. What is even more impressive is that we have taken our myriad vocalizations and learned to transfer them to the page. Writing has come a long way, from the cave wall to the Facebook wall. The evolution of writing is a complex narrative of slow progression: from rudimentary figures drawn on stone with blood and chalk, to lines etched in clay, to complex pictographs carved into temple walls, to fully formed words and sentences being combined into volumes of text, to the complex world-building of binary code.
Getting Over Writer’s Block
Every writer, whether they admit it or not, deals with some level of writer’s block, from fledgling authors to seasoned professionals. Writer’s block can be a source of extreme angst, especially when you have a deadline.
Morning was the hardest part of the day. Deidre rolled over in bed, her thin arm falling across the wide, cold space beside her. With Adam gone, she felt like an unfinished painting, splatters of color against a stark, empty canvas; an image without definition. She reached over to that empty space from time to time, hoping that the universe had gone against itself. There was no harm in foolish hope, at least that’s what she wanted to believe. Hoping, like dreaming, was the hammer that shaped ideals, but most ideals oxidized with time; rusted into unorganized heaps of reality.
Rhythm, Imagery, and Metaphor
The free-verse poetry of Langston Hughes was at the forefront of a great cultural awakening known as the Harlem Renaissance. By writing in free verse he was able to put a strong emphasis on ideas without being constrained to a certain metrical form. His lucid imagery painted vivid portraits of life, while his use of metaphor let him be subversive without alienating his mainstream audience. It was the interplay of these three elements - imagery, metaphor, and rhythm - that defined the poetry of Langston Hughes. His unique take on poetry not only made him an icon but also completely altered the poetic form.
The Olden Times #1
In the olden times … There was no iced coffee at the drive-thru. Coffee was served two ways. Hot and damn hot. There was cream, from the teat, nothing non-dairy, and sugar. The only sugar alternative was Sweet and Low. Keep the low part in mind, because at first you got the sweet, which was the high, but then you got the bitter, which was the low.
The Olden Times #3
In the olden times ... There were only two kinds of food you could have delivered, pizza and Chinese food. The Chinese food places that delivered were as uncertain as the food they delivered. One week the Pho Han Palace would deliver, the next week they would deny ever having delivered food in the entire history of human existence. The only guarantee you got was that your Dim Sum would be delivered by a guy on a motor scooter. And that motor scooter sounded like an atomic bomb detonating in the atmosphere as it pulled up out front. Guy didn't even have to ring the doorbell. You would be alerted by his bombastic engine and the fumes he was venting.