He launched forth filament, filament, filament…
Destined for a Dog?
Two days after putting my dog down, a strange surprise leaves me questioning the role of fate in my life. Continue Reading
Petting a Dead Dog
Putting down your dog is the toughest part of having one. Knowing when is even harder – when it’s obvious, it’s too late. This is the story of the last day of our 14-year-old lab, Baxter. Continue Reading
Sunrises and Birthdays
We come into the world on our birthdays, but we come into our own later and only with conscious effort. Watching the sun rise on my birthday reminded me of this fact. Continue Reading
The Moment I Realized I Am a Writer
Some say writers are born, not made. There is some truth in this, but what about the moment when a writer realizes what he is born to do? This is my story of that moment. Continue Reading
The Poem Inspiring This Site
A noiseless patient spider,
I mark'd where on a little promontory it stood isolated,
Mark'd how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,
It launch'd forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself,
Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.
And you O my soul where you stand,
Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them,
Till the bridge you will need be form'd, till the ductile anchor hold,
Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul.
- Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Join Me In My Explorations
Writing, at it’s heart, is an exploration — for both the writer and reader. Exploration only requires two things — the desire to learn and the guts to be honest. Through essays, poetry and stories — here you’ll find one wannabe rediscovering what it is to just be — in real time. It’s a messy story and you’re welcome to it.
About Me I used to be a poet (published a few), an archer, and a musician. I am a copywriter. I want to be a poet and writer. I live in my own head in Colorado and am fighting to break out of one of them.
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