"There is nothing wrong in being a writer or a poet...but the harm lies in wanting to be one for the gratification of one's own ambitions, and merely in order to bring one-self up to the level demanded by his own internal self-idolatry."
- Thomas Merton

#writing #writinglife #creativewriting

My play "Odysseus's Women" had a lovely table read and discussion last week. Take a listen to a different take on the classical hero. #odysseus #playwriting #ancientgreece #odyssey

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Did you ever think that most the mirror selfies on dating apps likely were sent to an ex at one time? I can't see someone going, photo for the dating app? uh, mirror. They probably thought, "I look good here." Post.
And good on "em. #onlinedating

In firefighting class, we studied fire dynamics. In this small little experience, we saw that a flame can be hollow and, in the process, made a ring of fire. There is a poem simmering.

Another great insight on? not how, but where to start. For any writer, it's the where not the how.

Evocative storytelling told simply so that everyone can connect to it b/c the story is both specific and broad.
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Part one of untitled poem

My heart duped
me into another escapade
that my idealistic spirit chased out of hope. I stitched it all back together as best my lumpish hands are able.
This time, however

#poem #poetry

Part 2 of untitled poem

I left a space unsewed, gaping,
so in the next debacle,
I'll offer a blade at the first date,
say, "Put it here, rend,
it's not difficult. Please,
though, leave me nothing
to mend." #poem

"The sentence is basically a story.
Even a few words attach to a lifetime.
The mouth cannot forget
The story of the fingers."
- "Poetry" by Ruth Stone.

Brilliant advice to poets - That first sentence. I'm still a novice at achieving such with my own poems.

Poetic ditty for the day:

"Original Sin"
Children practice unconditional love.
They learn
from us
how to cast it aside,
as Eve and Adam
learned to walk away
from the garden.

(cont)
So then did
God withhold
or did rebellion slip past
causing
consanguinuity among
divinity and rebellion,
which, as Their own witness,
They saw that mixture damn
near bring down heaven.

So we're people cast out for sin?
Or did we leave because we had
outgrown our father likeness?
#poem

We're not the image of God,
we're God as God is in us
but did God try holding back
ousia, the one part They
didn't want us to have or
the one part of Them They
despised the most,

a rebel fate, which we saw
in his kid. (cont in next post) #poem #sunday

I covet no. Contrivance of fate
that predestined. all parties to perdition
promises no. position for peace
I'll bestow no battle-sweat. on the berm, this weather of weapons.

At the coup de gráce,
I prayed that my empty hand
would bury our hammers.

"Freyr at Ragnarok"

The wood has a thereness.
It cries no alarm. It warbles and cantillates.

#woodspltting

I'm asked how to start writing. There is no right way. As Annie Dillard said, "Don't get it right. Just write it."