the following is an abandoned post that i discovered last month saved as a “draft.” it’s been chilling all by its lonesome for two years i neglected this blog. i don’t know if i was finished or where i might have been going with this but it’s an interesting (to say the least) snapshot of who i … Continue reading
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Note to Self #1: You Will Fall Off the Bike
hey self: you will fall off the bike. everyone does. from down there, where gravity and defeat attempt to seduce you, you’ll ask yourself: do you want to be a rider? bend a corner so smooth and swift you wonder why you were born with legs? do you want to go up against the … Continue reading
Activity vs. inspiration
A quote garnered from the slush of emails I went through mentioned how one might confuse activity with inspired work. Now that I’m writing this, I wish I’d have paid closer attention to the source of the quote. I don’t think I considered the distinction until now. Activity is the routine of writing as a … Continue reading
The perfect stranger
I left the office during my lunch hour. The humidity was high but it was refreshing to leave the confines of air conditioned cubicles. I stopped at the crosswalk for all of two seconds before he leaned in, smiling, and spoke. “The temperature is about as high as I could get my grades back in … Continue reading
how she made me feel
I was an awkward adolescent at Woodrow Wilson Middle School when Maya Angelou helped me get my first published clip. In Mrs. Sebald’s reading class, we were required to select a book from her library of paperbacks to read silently while our peers finished up assignments or tests. I pulled a faded copy of I … Continue reading
free-write treatment
I have been in a funk for the last week: overly-emotional, quieter than my usual self which is already fairly mum, and unmotivated to do more than the minimum of the day’s requirements. Just existing. By Friday, I’d had enough of myself and needed to shake the icky-ness. I went for a walk, bought a … Continue reading
so close
It is an amazing thing to be so close to greatness. For a largely impactful moment you experience how real the dream can be, how real it is. You see the flecks of hazel in its irises, hear the creaks in its voice, smell the sweet spirit on its breath and grasp the term “potential” … Continue reading
