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  • I Reached My Writing Goal!

    Today is a special day, as it marks a full month since I started my little writing experiment. I’ve written every single day for the past 30 days, and while I wouldn’t go as far as saying it has changed… Continue reading

  • The Traveling Bard, Vol. 1

    Today I was thinking about posting the poems I wrote for people at pride here on my blog, but there was quite a few of them. So, I thought it would be better to have them available as a downloaded… Continue reading

    The Traveling Bard, Vol. 1

  • Challenging Myself: Writing Improvised Poetry at Twin Falls Pride

    It’s been a goal of mine to do more things that scare me. While I certainly won’t be jumping off the Twin Falls bridge anytime soon, I still look for opportunities I can take part in that I know will… Continue reading

    Challenging Myself: Writing Improvised Poetry at Twin Falls Pride

  • What’s Your Word Count? My Writing Productivity Experiment

    For those of you who don’t know, I am a productivity nut. I devour self-help and productivity books like I am orchestrating some sort of master plan to take over the universe. In reality, I am just trying to make… Continue reading

  • Let Your Writing Be Crap

    I’ve been around writers frequently enough to know that the most shared experience among us is that moment when we look at our own writing and say to ourselves: “Wow, that is a real piece of shit.” This moment can… Continue reading

  • A Mindless Drive

    Down the road, these arid fields Turn into waves of darkness— Crash into the wincing light of my tin shell, Flood the air, the sky, the night, Consume the light of the waning moon, Consume the glimmer in my eye—… Continue reading

  • Hacer lo justo

    Lo siento, este miedo en mi cuerpo En mi sangre que se pudre Como fruta alguna vez virtuosa— Como duraznos, naranjas, fresas Y manzanas que se echan a perder En los miles de días que pasen En la luz del… Continue reading

  • New-born Spring

    Beautiful spring buds emerge from the knots and wounds of a once withered tree— jade-colored pearls soon to blossom into new-born kin of mine, of me. See myself in that tree, buds emerging from the tips of my fingers, from… Continue reading